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Better Off Alone
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. You’d think I would be excited but I couldn’t imagine spending another minute with my friend. How was I going to survive this weekend with her?
Jennifer Lancaster @jenergy17Published 25 minutes ago in FictionOn the Forest's Edge
Illuminated by the lantern light, long grass swayed against the boy’s legs. He came to a pause. He took a moment to stare at the treeline’s silhouette against the star-speckled night sky. It wasn’t there the day before, or the day before that one, or as long as he had enjoyed wandering the fields behind the family house. He was hesitant, but the forest’s edge beckoned him. It wasn’t long before the trees towered above him, small as he was, their canopies stretching out and covering the sky with their branches. The boy looked in every direction around him, the night still and silent. He entered the forest. There were no animals or bugs, nor the sounds that accompany them, only the whistling of wind through the leaves. Something about the gnarled trunks reminded him of human forms. If he stared long enough he swore he could’ve made out a face, or maybe it was only a trick of the low light. He felt exposed.
Erin LockhartPublished 45 minutes ago in Fiction
Short Story Segment #1
Have you heard of the rare food cart that only opens when there is snow on the ground? One day it's nowhere to be found, the next, as if blown in with the snow, there it is, serving it's only dish. Frosty Sunlight Tacos.
Robert AneiroPublished about 2 hours ago in Fiction
Black Water Valley
It's been 100 years since the "Glorious War." The war to end all wars, the war that consumed the ENTIRE world. Every country that was able, was involved.
christian rodriguezPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionThe visit
THE VISIT The kind looking officer asked if she would be visiting anytime soon. She was still too stunned to reply. She knew her smile was plastic, as she retrieved her handbag with her phone and walked out of the premises.
Oluremi AdeoyePublished about 4 hours ago in Fiction
The woman who sacrificed herself to save the village!
B.C. In a small Greek village in eastern Greece, gentlemen, notables, and merchants of the village met and decided to set rules for the townspeople, among them the obligation to wear a white woolen coat.
ABDELATIF OUAATINAPublished about 4 hours ago in Fiction
Even gods make mistakes
Paula's room is now empty, Clotho knew she would never play with them again. This has happened repeatedly with many of his friends here, he asked his question to nurse: “Is she, too, will never come back?” And every time the answer is the same: “I have become an angel in heaven.”
ABDELATIF OUAATINAPublished about 4 hours ago in Fiction
mythology
Twenty-seven o'clock, the pain of the time of the aching soul; The sun is still shy and has not honored me yet, even as it is like all humans late in its appointments, nothing in this universe adheres to order; Even physics gets it wrong sometimes.
ABDELATIF OUAATINAPublished about 4 hours ago in Fiction
A Horse Named Dragon
A beast rolled through his dreams. The great, slithering fury knew no match. Its strength knew no end. And when the brute roared, fire leapt from its lips. Miguel woke up with a start.
Julie ShetlerPublished about 4 hours ago in Fiction
Story of winter
Before any humans walked the earth, when the world was the land of the animals, a very long winter set in. The sun did not come out for three years. The air was always dark. Thick clouds hung low and covered the sky. It snowed all the time. The animals were suffering very much from this long winter. The lack of food was alarming enough, and the lack of heat made it all absolutely unbearable. They became greatly frightened.
Mohammad Plays Santa Claus
They didn’t say that it would be this cold. It was eleven degrees Fahrenheit in Newark, Delaware. The Prophet Mohammad searched the Web for a position for the holiday season.
Skyler SaundersPublished about 9 hours ago in Fiction
Bach
The front of the disc says Bach. I have no idea what the word means, but the sound that’s stored in the shiny plastic is otherworldly. At first I thought maybe it was just the thrill that was making the music so sweet in my ears. But the more I listened the more I understood, the more I knew. And with each passing note I cared less and less whether they found me and, secretly, I think I want them to. What better way to die than by listening to this thing called Bach? After the many hours I’ve been sitting here, listening to this disc over and over, it’s plain to see why the machines banned the music when they took over. Why it’s penalized by only one punishment, which, of course, is death.
Chad HofmannPublished about 10 hours ago in Fiction
