Timberly Price
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- Runner-Up in Word Hunt Challenge
Poolside PropheciesRunner-Up in Word Hunt Challenge
The campus pool area vibrated with music from the wall-mounted speakers. It had been rented for the day by a few fraternities and sororities, marking the end of exams and the beginning of summer with a lively party. College students of all ages filled the space, surrounded by simple decorations strewn across the room. In one corner, a special attraction beckoned attendees—an elegantly dressed fortune teller stationed at a circular table. Cloaked in maroon linen, the table showcased a lavender-colored crystal ball, as she read palms and revealed insights with tarot cards.
By Timberly Price11 months ago in Fiction
The Masked Thief
He dashed along the busy sidewalk, deftly maneuvering through the bustling city crowd. With a black mask adorning his face, he managed to blend in, unnoticed among the passers-by. His mission was a familiar one, having pulled off numerous heists before. He was no stranger to thievery, having slipped away without a hitch time and time again.
By Timberly Price11 months ago in Fiction
The Trunk
The eyesore loomed before me, motionless and perched in front of my husband’s office desk. Whenever he left the door to his home office ajar, it would mock me with its garish colors that clashed with our home’s aesthetic. However, I refrained from asking him to part with it, aware of how much he cherished the object. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what lay inside. Over our thirteen years together, he never once revealed the contents of the trunk. He always claimed it held mere memorabilia from his youth and early twenties. My curiosity gnawed at me, longing to uncover its secrets. Yet, I dared not peek, as doing so would betray my husband’s trust and invade his privacy.
By Timberly Price11 months ago in Fiction
Music to My Ears
During my childhood, I was fortunate to be exposed to a wide range of music genres thanks to my family and friends. As a young kid, I found myself drawn to pop music, boy bands, and anything that made it onto the Top 100 charts. However, as my teenage years approached, I began developing a deep appreciation for hard rock, a passion that has stayed with me through the years. Creating a playlist of songs that have profoundly influenced my life is no easy task, but I believe I can narrow it down to seven songs, including the album that played a significant role in inspiring me to finish my first novel. So, without any particular order, let's dive into my top picks.
By Timberly Price11 months ago in Beat
Eternally Yours
Philip knelt, clutching the blue velvet box in his left hand. The silver ring, adorned with a sparkling five-carat diamond, gleamed in the afternoon sun. Swallowing hard, he fought back tears, his voice choked with emotion. “Raya, my love, you’ve been my everything for seven years. I wish I’d mustered the courage sooner, but fear held me back. Now, it’s too late.”
By Timberly Price12 months ago in Fiction
Departure to Destiny
As the plane ascended, Natalie’s stomach churned with a familiar sense of dread. She despised every moment of being in the air. Natalie’s leg continued to bounce as the plane leveled, gliding through the overcast sky. She unclenched her fists, releasing the death grip she had on the armrest to her left and the phone in her right. She couldn’t wait for this seven-hour flight to be over and to be safely on solid ground. Before switching her phone to airplane mode, she checked again for any response from her sister. Still none. She sighed, turned off her phone, and leaned back in her seat. She wondered if Meghan was still angry with her for changing their flight plans. It wasn’t her fault that her boss threw her a last-minute project just before their planned vacation for a four-day cruise.
By Timberly Priceabout a year ago in Fiction
Beyond the Threshold
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. My trembling hand reached out to touch the smudged glass, tracing the outline of the greyish figure with white, luminescent eyes staring back at me. As I peered at it in confusion, the creature mimicked my movements, further intensifying my unease.
By Timberly Priceabout a year ago in Fiction
Oh Deer, I Can Talk
I grazed on lush green grass outside the forest's edge. As the smallest one in the herd, I often got left behind, struggling to keep up with their long strides. Even though I tried to shake off these feelings, I still felt like an outsider among them. As I wandered away from the safety of the herd, I couldn't escape the nagging thought that I was too small and insignificant to truly be a part of the group.
By Timberly Priceabout a year ago in Fiction