short story
Burdens
The wind is what did it. Whenever Ivan gained purchase on the next snowbank, the wind would smack against his backpack, down on his shoulders, and he would slide a foot back down the mountain. His climbing rack had never felt so heavy, not over the steepest boulder of all the mountains he climbed. The wind was pushing him down, and he could not take a single step up carrying all that weight.
By Noah Thomas3 years ago in Earth
Crystal Mind and the Awakening
“Love is the answer.” My Father whispered. It was his answer, what he wished he said, on the day he became an adult. And now, today, it was my turn. At the far remote part of my village there is a doorway, a crystal gate, that the elders say leads to other dimensions. The crystalline gate is fully aware, they say. It is a great secret in our village, and unknown to the rest of the world. Only once in your lifetime may you attempt to enter into the Crystal Mind, as we call it, but only if the Crystal Mind accepts your answer. Your answer, to the question, What is your highest truth?
By Michael X Christopher3 years ago in Earth
Italians, Disney World, and The Scarlet Macaw
This story is crazy and random, but when I saw "Scarlet Macaw" listed as a challenege, I knew it was an opportunity I couldn't pass up. Eventually, the infamous Scarlet Macaw will make it's debut as our main character, so hang tight! This story begins with my family of crazy Italians who decided to drive from Rhode Island to Disney World.
By Natalie Nascenzi3 years ago in Earth
Rebuilding the Earth
“I’ve done so much and so little at the same time,” Paul said to his son Gordon. “I’ve been respected and vilified, praised and maligned.” He swirled the lemon in his tea. “I’m stuck in this gray area. I’ve made billions, but my charity work isn’t enough.”
By Barb Dukeman3 years ago in Earth
Scarlet, My Love
As I flew with my father across a pond our reflection surprised me. We looked like twins! My tail feathers had grown, and my feet were a beautiful black. We landed close to the pond and I tipped my head to see my reflection. My eyes were now a clear yellow, just like Dad’s.
By anita tosh3 years ago in Earth