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Lingering Dread
The first time I had the dream, I was truly exhausted. I remember that it had taken me quite a bit of effort for me to finish the dishes and wipe down the sink and counters. I don’t like to go to bed with tasks unfinished. It makes me feel anxious. Otherwise, I would have dropped the sponge into the water and crawled into the bed without even changing into my nightgown. I was that tired. Instead, I had pushed through my tasks even though I was dead on my feet, as the saying goes.
Suzy Jacobson CherryPublished about 2 hours ago in Fiction"The Lazy Girl"
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in the rolling hills of Pakistan, there lived a girl named Sophia. Sophia was a bright and charming young girl, but she had one major flaw: she was incredibly lazy.
Isra SaleemPublished about 2 hours ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Inspired by Inside the Animal's Mind [an unofficial challenge]
I was born into a harsh world, a place where survival is a daily struggle. My mother, warm and protective, keeps me safe. Around us, cold, towering creatures loom. They are strange and loud, yet their presence is foreboding. We never approach them, for they are dangerous. I stay close to my mother, following her wherever she goes, learning from her every move.
Weekend Whimsy
The sun shined brightly over the sprawling city of Los Angeles, where even the palm trees smile to heat. Out of all the people in this magical place, two strangers would find each other at this moment in time.
The CafecitoPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionA Love So Deep
In the quaint coastal town of Havenport, where the scent of saltwater mingled with the fragrance of blooming wildflowers, lived a young woman named Eliza. Her days were spent tending to her family's small bookstore, an establishment that had been a cornerstone of the community for generations. Eliza had a deep love for the written word, finding solace and adventure in the pages of the books she sold.
Dinda WatiPublished about 6 hours ago in FictionBid Him Welcome
“We haven’t any creed, any dogma, child. Your will is your own, which is what gives it power and worth when it joins with ours or that of one of our friends.” She spoke these words to me over a bowl of oil, herbs and pig’s blood one afternoon before the others arrived. Twilight was pouring warm copper over the whole scene and I was anxious for night to hide us.
D. J. ReddallPublished about 7 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 7 hours ago in Fiction Finding Inspiration
In a small, sleepy town nestled in the countryside of Jamaica hills, there lived a young woman named Tasha. She had always dreamed of leaving her quiet life behind and moving to the big city of Montego Bay. To her, the city represented possibility, excitement and a chance to find the inspiration she felt was missing in her life. With a mixture of excitement and nervousness, Tasha packed her bags and said goodbye to her family and friends, setting off for the adventure of a lifetime.
Alecia HarriottPublished about 8 hours ago in FictionA First light
A First light Without further ado after the elude of the Indominus rex in 2020, a little soldier of fortune group arrived on the now-abandoned Isla Nublar.
Abdul QayyumPublished about 8 hours ago in FictionŌugān
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 9 hours ago in FictionEchoing Dream
Jun shuffled through the aisles of the dimly lit library, the faint smell of old books lingering in the air. It was past closing time, but he had lost track of it again, buried in the world of forgotten words and ancient tales. Han, his close friend and colleague, waved to him from behind the circulation desk, a knowing smile on his face.
The Consequences
They are patiently waiting for nightfall, the tension mounting and wishing the deed was done. Anxiety heightens with every minute, closer to their goal, their promise.
Colleen MillsteedPublished about 11 hours ago in Fiction