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The Cuttlefish
He had the same dream at the beginning of every, fresh semester. He dreamt that he was lecturing another surly set of students about some poem or story or novel they probably hadn’t read. Many were asleep. Some were furiously texting behind the sleek camouflage of their laptops. A precious minority was actually listening to his baffling burbling. He turned to the white board to make a note.
D. J. ReddallPublished about 13 hours ago in FictionLove on the High Seas
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The gentle rocking of the ship provided a soothing rhythm, and the salty breeze carried the scent of adventure. On the deck of the Sea Seraph, Captain Amelia Sterling stood with her gaze fixed on the endless expanse of the ocean. Her heart, usually so steadfast, fluttered with an unfamiliar excitement.
Dinda WatiPublished about 13 hours ago in FictionI Just Want A Friend
Another failed attempt. Didn't even make it 5 seconds. You'd think such a large animal would last longer. King of the jungle, my ass.
Scare Case Of Dreams
Above the heavens, frozen flakes parachuted down creating a treacherous scene, hitting the ground one right after another, landing safely, prepared to set a postcard scenic setting with a dangerous reality. Protected by the innocent family friendly picket fence, Madame Star sat behind her typewriter, striking keys. “Elmo, be a Saint,” she requested towards her lifelong partner, “put another log on the fire.”
Marc OBrienPublished about 14 hours ago in FictionWorld in Tatters Ch. 38
“I want to rescue Aunt Nora.” I continue. “Excuse me?” “Well, uh. Last I heard, she’s still being held captive by Drum in Atlanta. Is that true?”
Kevin BarkmanPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionHeart Me
Amelia sat by the huge window of her favourite café, the golden afternoon light creating a lovely glow on her sketchbook. She'd been coming here for years, finding peace in the familiar hum of conversations, the rich aroma of coffee, and the ever-changing vista of the busy street outside. Today, however, her mind was on the blank sheet in front of her. She needed ideas for her next piece, but her head felt as blank as the page.
Mukteshwar RanaPublished about 16 hours ago in Fiction- Content Warning
World in Tatters Ch. 37
My sleep comes in fits and starts. My dreams are a bit disjointed, but they keep a similar theme: memories of my mother. I dream of picnics in the sun, of hunting trips, of nights spent listening to music dancing through the halls.
Kevin BarkmanPublished about 17 hours ago in Fiction Escape to the Glass Egg in the Sky
Every night as I drift off to the land of nod, I hope beyond hope that I will have one of two of my frequented dreams. The scenarios change, but the core of the dreams remain steadfast.
Renessa NortonPublished about 17 hours ago in FictionLush Forest Exploration
In the middle of a lush forest full of mystery and natural beauty, a group of hilarious friends decide to embark on an exciting adventure. There is Budi, the leader who always tries to look brave, Siti, the cheerful one who never can escape the smile, Anton, the nerd who always carries an encyclopedia, and Maya, the animal lover who always finds unique animals wherever she is.
Echoes of a Smashed Adore
Echoes of a Smashed Adore Maya sat by the window of her interesting coastal cabin, the sound of waves slamming against the shore a consistent update of her turbulent feelings. It had been five a long time since Leo vanished without a follow, taking off her with nothing but recollections and unanswered questions. Nowadays, be that as it may, it is diverse. In her hands, she held a letter stamped from the day he vanished, its paper matured and yellowed, but the ink still dynamic with his commonplace penmanship.
Abdul QayyumPublished about 17 hours ago in FictionThe Slumbering Orchard
Once, nestled at the edge of a small village, there lay an orchard unlike any other. Its trees, tall and majestic, bore fruit of exquisite taste and unparalleled quality. Each year, the villagers would eagerly await the bountiful harvest, their livelihoods intertwined with the orchard's prosperity.
Feumbana Njoya FatimatouPublished about 17 hours ago in FictionEchoes of the Night
In the small town of Ravenswood, nestled between towering trees and rolling hills, there existed a legend whispered only in hushed tones—the tale of the Night Mare. It was said that when the moon was full and the darkness thick, she emerged from the shadows, a specter draped in ebony, riding on a horse as dark as the void itself.
Feumbana Njoya FatimatouPublished about 18 hours ago in Fiction