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The Unfinished Hem
There was a noticeable frown emerging on her face that she tried to conceal. The sturdy scissors, with an orange handle, hung between her fingers then slid to the floor with a thump. Her shoulders slumped as she stared at the unfinished garment.
By Krystal Grant3 years ago in Fiction
When The Air Runs Out (part 2)
"What does all of this mean?!" Carly was talking aloud, only to herself as she was frantically panicking over what just happened. She was so confused by what was going on that she lost her appetite, skipped lunch, and ran directly back to her dorm room to be by herself. "I mean, why did I see the same thing I saw in my dream, and why did I see it while I was WIDE AWAKE?" There were so many questions that Carly couldn't answer for herself and new she would have to find help. "Ok," she said to herself, "lets start researching first, there has to be something, somewhere about what this could all mean." Carly pulled out her laptop, choosing to start on the internet because, well, everything could be found on the internet, right?
By Crissy Cornwell3 years ago in Fiction
Creating Happiness in Glass & Fabric
Create Your Happiness ** Friskars & Vocal I am a sculptor in hot glass of animals, birds and prehistoric glyphs such as rock art. The majority of my work is in glass and usually as glass beads which is how I earn my living. I started working on this series of work in March 2020. This first set of 5 are all birds with glass heads, commercial doll bodies, and outfits that I’ve sewn (am sewing) for them. I would love to focus my attention and time on this series of work. It is really difficult to make any sort of progress when each month I must concentrate making and hopefully selling enough beads to make expenses. Please understand, I love working in glass.
By Patti Leota Genack3 years ago in Fiction
I Was Here
Dear Diary June, 11th 2021
By Rebecca Lynn Ivey3 years ago in Fiction
To My Beloved Daughter
A breeze swept through the irradiated trees of Boston as Bex and her Mr. Handy companion, Buttersworth, walked through what was once her old neighborhood. It was the year 2100, about 24 years after the Great War had started and ended, leaving the world in nuclear ruin. Bex's old childhood house was the only house in the neighborhood that was still mostly intact, the others having been incinerated or blown apart when the shockwave from the first nuclear bomb that hit Boston came rushing in-just in time.
By Winnie Yong3 years ago in Fiction
The "Big Win"
It had been years since “The Big Win”. The publicity, the excitement, they had all long gone. Even the memory of it had been lost on the minds of the youngest of us. Yet, what remained was this world. Cold, dark, and dreary. Do we dare to bring to the forefront of our minds the fact that it could have all turned out differently? This was not really our fault. How could we have known, even suspected, such things would happen? Who among us could have looked at that gift horse in the mouth, assessing any value other than everything? Yet, someone could have. Someone should have.
By Nikitah Imani 3 years ago in Fiction
Stardust
This story was inspired from the imagem above, by Heba Amen Can you even imagine what it is like to fall from the sky and see the stars right in front of you? It was like an adventure, feeling your eyes fixed on mine. I was hoping that you had the same feeling, but your wild nature gives me chills. Your smile said goodbye to me, and you've become part of my dreamland.
By Sofia Duarte3 years ago in Fiction