Short Story
The Echoes of Time
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering forests, lived a woman named Evelyn. Her story was one whispered among the townsfolk, a tale woven with threads of mystery and longing.
Ekombe hauPublished about 6 hours ago in FictionThe Block Mayor
Like every warm day, Terrence is finishing this day on his L-shaped porch, sipping whisky from a dented flask. Cars pass by slowly, and he watches young women pushing babies in strollers; he hears the neighborsβ arguments and knows which have a regular income and those who are unemployed. Terrence is the self-appointed block mayor, laying judgment on his fellow folk.
Andrea CorwinPublished about 7 hours ago in FictionThe noble knight
Once upon a time, in the heart of a medieval kingdom, there lived a nobleman named Sir Alexander. He was renowned throughout the land for his valour, wisdom, and unwavering sense of justice. Sir Alexander was the epitome of chivalry, a knight whose name was whispered in awe and admiration by both commoners and nobles alike.
Ekombe hauPublished about 7 hours ago in FictionWasp Talk
Introduction This is inspired by a few things: My friend Chris said wasps were the football hooligans of the insect world, my recent post where I stated that some people are only happy when they are miserable or have something to complain about, and the book I am reading, "The Roaches Have No King" by Dabiel Evan Weiss which is about New York Apartment life observed by cockroaches.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished about 7 hours ago in FictionThe Bag - The Skewered Apple
Jason followed the girl's arm as the train was leaving and saw the poster. He got up and went to the edge of the platform. "The Skewered Apple," he murmured under his breath and he knew that it was familiar to him, but how? He turned to speak to the girl again but she had gone. He rushed over to where she had been only moments ago and looked around the platform but she had vanished. Jason was starting to worry that he was losing his mind.
Rachel DeemingPublished about 7 hours ago in FictionOf Air Returned
i. I burned my soul to ash but the pain paled in comparison to the terror that struck my heart like a match, anticipating her arrival and the tirade she would carry in tow. An unwarranted fear, as she was calm when she saw what I had done. Calm and nurturing. Soothing my pain with herbs and aromas, and each early morning during the hour of the wolf, she laid an ear on my back and listened as my soul mended itself.
Rhyan Scorpio-RhysPublished about 8 hours ago in FictionStars Go Blue
It was a secret place, a quarter acre of Eden abandoned and erased from the mind of mankind the instant the original sin was committed, and I had stumbled upon it quite by accident.
Rhyan Scorpio-RhysPublished about 9 hours ago in FictionQuoth
Unnoticed, the clock struck into the next day. Before my eyes, as midnight came and went, the words on the pages over which I poured blurred together. Meaningless under my over-tired gaze, they looped around themselves, slowly winding lines of text twisting themselves into knots as I watched, barely awake enough to do more than notice the change.
Alexander McEvoyPublished about 9 hours ago in FictionThe Selling out of Lavender
The Selling out of Lavender Lilac and Lavender had been companions since childhood, their names until the end of time entwined in a fragrant memory. Lilac, with her searing ruddy hair and a snicker that may smash glass, and Lavender, all calm deportment and eyes the color of dusk. They were indivisible, partners who shared privileged insights whispered beneath starry skies and dreams written in dusty note pads.
Abdul QayyumPublished about 10 hours ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Jane Doe
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Lamar WigginsPublished about 11 hours ago in Fiction A Black Tie Specialty
Paul sets the table with their finest silverware and china. Chrystal glasses shining. Markβs dressing in his newest tuxedo, looking fantastically handsome as always.
Colleen MillsteedPublished about 14 hours ago in FictionHello, Tree
Larst week, Daddy took me to the Tree again. I like it there. It's quiet and soft. What I like about the Tree is the pictures. When you get near you start seeing good stuff. In your mind. Beautiful places with all lovely things and people you miss. Like mum.
L.C. SchΓ€ferPublished about 15 hours ago in Fiction