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You can't catch me
The snow draped my car like a thick layer of frosting on a cake, reminding me of my father's playful words as he frosted my mother's homemade cakes. A pristine blanket covered the quaint brick cottage and its fading garden, signaling winter's final embrace before spring's arrival. The world appeared as if it were dressing up for a grand photo shoot—crisp, fresh, and brimming with promise, much like the blank pages of a new chapter.
Arshad MecciPublished about 15 hours ago in FictionThe Decent Camera
David had always dreamed of owning a high-quality camera. The kind that could capture the beauty of places like Inverness, where he was headed for a holiday with his family. They flew from London Heathrow to Inverness, and throughout the journey, David’s excitement was palpable. He kept reminding his parents about his wish for a decent camera. Little did he know, they had already purchased one for him at the airport.
Arshad MecciPublished about 15 hours ago in FictionDairy Cows
I stood on the platform, the morning chill nipping at my fingers. My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Ant, the guy I was supposed to meet. We'd be driving together to Nutton Farm for a story. Though I'd never properly met him, Ant was known for filming feature pieces rather than being in the newsroom. When I pitched the farm story, the bosses decided to bring him on board for the video while I handled the article. They also mentioned a photographer would be joining us. I felt a sense of accomplishment; as an intern, it was pretty cool to be working on a story that warranted such a team.
Arshad MecciPublished about 15 hours ago in FictionDrillmington: What We Could Do
Breakfast consisted of a kale bowl for Julisia and TSL snacked on an acai bowl. Both of them scrolled on their phones. With her open hand, she stretched towards TSL. She put her palm in his. A smirk came over her face. He snickered.
Skyler SaundersPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionTo be Heard
In the annals of my childhood, two days stand starkly apart from the others: the day I was gifted my first camera and the day that very camera nearly became my undoing. This is a real anomaly of sorts.
Arshad MecciPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionEcclesia Salvatori
Authors note: This is written from the perspective of those in the world. Not everything written or believed is accurate to the reality of what happened and many contesting views are held by other races.
Tomos JacksonPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionRipples Across The Universe
On a moonless night, where sea and sky melded into one vast, dark expanse, two lovers found themselves wrapped in an embrace that defied the fleeting nature of stolen moments. Glen, lost in the intimacy of that embrace, couldn't discern where the horizon met the sea. The water beneath the boat seemed to dissolve the boundaries of his reality, leaving him suspended between the depths below and the vastness above.
Arshad MecciPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionHands of a Sailor
I settled into my seat across from Dobie, captivated by the glint in his eye as he began weaving his tale of surviving the treacherous Turtling hurricane. While I suspected some embellishments were at play, I was eager to hear the story of a seasoned raconteur. The starry night sky above, the warm breeze against my cheek, and the gentle rocking of our ketch in the tide's ebb created the perfect ambiance.
Arshad MecciPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionJourney Back by Staright
In the muddy trenches of France, 1918, Lance Corporal Horace Yule felt an unsettling weight on his boots. It wasn't just the cloying mud but also the dried blood of another soldier. Despite his best efforts, the stains resisted his attempts to remove them. A plump rat darted past him, sending shivers down his spine. These discomforts, however, were trivial compared to the impending danger. Nightfall was approaching, and soon Horace and his comrades would venture into no-man's land to raid the German trenches.
Arshad MecciPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionThe Story of False Gods
The ship's log would go down in history stating that Captain John Tanner was the first to set foot on the newfound lands. But history, as often noted, can be more fiction than fact. Tanner was a pragmatist, a man who valued survival over the hollow ideals of bravery and honor. His crew, largely made up of convicts and misfits pressed into naval service, would describe him as reliable, though this praise was given cautiously, devoid of further embellishments.
Arshad MecciPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionThe Eclipse that Almost Wasn't
Elisa Jones had always harbored a deep desire to witness an eclipse, a passion kindled by her father, James. He would often share tales of the 1989 eclipse in Baja, Mexico—a journey etched in her father's memory. Although she was merely two at the time, her father would recount every detail of their family trip to witness the celestial spectacle.
Arshad MecciPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionIn To Get Out
Captain Forge descended below deck, finding her seated by the ethereal crystal that powered the ship. Her wild hair needed taming, and a bath and fresh clothes would do wonders. He mentally noted to find some suitable attire for her.
Arshad MecciPublished about 16 hours ago in Fiction