Fiction
The 'Perfect' Daughter
“Mum, my…my uniform is ripped,” I whispered meekly. She doesn’t turn. “Are you sure? I don’t think that’s possible, Selena,” she replied dismissively. I turned, about to go back to my room, careful not to make any noise, when my brother walked in. He smelled like sunshine and the field, bringing the sunlight into the house. His posture said it all: he owned the room. Meanwhile, I was just the background—the curtain, the wallpaper.
By Sylvia Rivelle7 months ago in Chapters
The Leaders Meeting
“What about Duska?, she appears to be a great fit for this and she really does love it here. She definitely has a good understanding of how it all correlates. Have we invited her to apply?” He proposed as an option to fill the position.
By Dana Mary Colleen Campbell7 months ago in Chapters
Hue and The Discovery of Manipo (Chapter 2). AI-Generated.
Dreams have a strange way of persuading you. Not with logic, but with longing. With the quiet conviction that what you see behind closed eyes could be real — if only reality would cooperate. People say that if you speak your desire boldly enough, if you pray with enough hunger, the universe eventually yields. Manifestation. God‑consciousness. Wishcraft. I’ve never fully believed in any of it.
By Lorenzo Bland7 months ago in Chapters
Twisting by the Pool, Chapter Four
Mini-Flash Juniper wasn’t having much luck with the camp amenities. First the roller-skating rink and now the outdoor swimming pool, in as many days. It was enough to make her wonder if there’d be anywhere she wasn’t barred from when check-out time came around. The one bit of good news was that the lifeguards had had to give her short shrift in both senses of the word, as they’d then needed to dash off and get some ladders to rescue the stranded children with.
By Doc Sherwood7 months ago in Chapters
Twisting by the Pool, Chapter Two
Hot, thought Flashsatsumas to himself as he neared the newsagents. A little too hot for his comfort. He didn’t know very much Earth-vernacular so what he meant was that on a corporeal planet which conformed to standard meteorological laws you’d expect a heatwave like this to end around midweek, but that wasn’t to say the weather was the only subject on his mind.
By Doc Sherwood7 months ago in Chapters
Game of Two Halves, Chapter Four
It was night, and the Mini-Flashes’ chalet deserted and unlit, when the counter-Juniper slipped into the living-room. Having replicated her prototype’s Special Program properties, she mocked at locked doors. Now as the former might have done she stood smellingly in the living-room, suffusing that space with essence of cheesy-crackers. Her senses however assured her she was alone in this, as far as the chalet went anyway, and never mind that boy whose sweaty suit would have been detectable even to humans after such a day.
By Doc Sherwood7 months ago in Chapters
Game of Two Halves, Chapter Two
By the time Flashsatsumas had opened his mouth to yell, the wheels of his turtle had left the rink. Fright lurched in him as he and his humble steed flew. Big boys. It had to be. Surely they were the only ones here who boasted such strength as to throw him thus, or to land him so body-jarringly on the gritty tarmac.
By Doc Sherwood7 months ago in Chapters
