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A Disappointing Day
Louise's mum was the Mistress of Understatement. Her day had started dismally with overdone toast. The smell was so acrid that she opened the window and sprayed Febreze to get rid of the charcoal smell.
Rachel DeemingPublished about 3 hours ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Have You Come Back, Grandma and Grandad?
I sit by your knee, drinking a warm cup of tea. Grandad is sitting in his chair with his foot on his stool, watching the television.
Carol TownendPublished about 10 hours ago in Fiction Ōugān
It’s not like I can avoid them. They taunt me from the front of my local fruit and veg grocer, their dimpled waxy peel catching the light as if to say nice to see you again, Sunny like some off-colour joke. A bunch of bananas poke holes in the biodegradable bag while I sweep the back shelves for this week’s food. I notice the oranges from the corner of my eye and feel my stomach turn. Looks like oranges aren’t on the menu anymore, either.
Eloise RobertsonPublished about 12 hours ago in Fictionthe story of tea party samosa
Preface The present post is short fiction to pay tribute to every one of the bothered guardians attempting to keep their angsty teenagers in line.
bakhtawarkhanPublished about 14 hours ago in FictionMidnight Lovemares
Daniel sitting on his living room couch with his girlfriend Teresa at 2:30 a.m. watching tv. “So we’re still on for my family’s dinner tomorrow right?” Teresa asked. “I don’t know” Daniel started with exhaust. “You know I can’t stand your mom”. “Hardy har” Teresa responded unaware that Daniel was serious in his rebuttal. “I’m like dead serious” Daniel began. “I really can’t stand being around your mother, she’s too big on the nosy questions.” “But you promised you were going” Teresa responded with annoyance.
Joe PattersonPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionFor the Love of
The sirens wailed and grandpa’s knotted feet shuffled through the hallway. “Kenji? Kenji-chan!” He peered into the tidy room where his grandson’s tatami reclined and furrowed his brow.
THE STORY OF PEACE
There was Tranquility On The planet. The majority of mankind had taken a stab at this, and presently it was here. Since life previously showed up in the world animals ate to make due, in some cases plants and at times different animals.
bakhtawarkhanPublished about 21 hours ago in FictionShe Didn’t Get It Out Of Her Heart! Part II
Tonya eased her back. “She keeps reminding me of him and what he did to me,” she wailed. “Get help! Go to therapy! Do something to get the hatred out of your heart! But don’t punish her for her father’s sins!”
Annelise LordsPublished about 22 hours ago in FictionStarlight Manor
They leave the next morning. Weyah cries in Lise’s arms, and then into her brother’s, sniveling into his white shirt, and they say their tearful goodbyes before they break away.
angela hepworthPublished a day ago in FictionVoyage in a Rowing Boat
In a quiet fishing village, a group of companions decide to embark on a new adventure in a rowboat. They are Andi, the brave who is sometimes careless; Rina, the smart one who is always full of ideas; Bayu, the funny one who always brings laughter; and Nina, the nature lover who always finds beauty wherever she is.
Unveiling the Tapestry Exploring the Female Animal Mind
The animal kingdom is a symphony of diverse lives, and within that symphony, the female mind plays a vital, complex role. Unlike humans, these creatures don't possess language to articulate their thoughts, but through observation, science is piecing together a fascinating picture. Here, we'll embark on a journey to understand the motivations, instincts, and surprising intelligence that drive female animals.
Bikash PurkaitPublished a day ago in FictionPapa Legba's Midnight Vigil
Title: Papa Legba's Midnight Vigil: A Journey of Reflection and Connection Chapter 1: The Railroad Tracks Maya embarked on a solitary journey to the railroad tracks in the still of night. The soft flicker of candlelight enveloped her in a warm, golden glow, revealing the vibrant colors of her surroundings under the moonlit sky. As she walked along the rusted tracks, the earthy aroma mingled with the crisp night air, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers. Maya's rhythmic prayers echoed through the air, accompanied by the distant whistle of passing trains and the gentle rustling of leaves. In her picnic basket, she carried refreshing cucumber-infused water, fried tilapia and plantains cooked in palm oil, and a crisp garden salad full of a variety of fresh vegetables and fruit drizzled with tangy blue cheese dressing.
Denelsia WalkerPublished a day ago in Fiction