After the cows and pigs and rabbits were taken, they came, then, for the dogs. The sweet, the rabid, the spaniels, and good boys. They came and no one protested. You thought you would, but after the rabbits, finally, there was no more room for sentiment. For anger. For god. For chew toys–it turns out this inability of love in times of war has a name they didn’t tell us. Something like hunger. Like bones. And the devoted, the averse, in the end were just like anyone. The devoted, in the end, they came for them, too.
About the Creator
Ayva M
is a queer Black poet living in California. You can find her at home, trying desperately to keep her plants alive.
And the Sun Came Up Tremendous
In memory of the 12 girls who were among the first victims of the atomic age. The screen on Mara's smartphone screamed beams of blue light into her eyes as she doom scrolled through social media. It was 4:13am, and she was still laying on her side in her bed unable to let go of the news headlines whipping past.
By Amanda Starks4 days ago in Fiction
Golden apple tree
In the heart of an ancient timber, where sun danced through the emerald leaves, stood the fabulous golden apple tree. Its branches, laden with glistering fruits, lustered like drops of sun against the green background. But this tree was no ordinary tree; it was said to retain magical powers, granting fortune and substance to those who dared to seek its golden treasures. Guarding this entranced tree was a wise and watchful crow named Corvus. With feathers as dark as night and eyes that sparkled with intelligence, Corvus took his duty to cover the golden apple tree veritably seriously. For centuries, he'd watched over it, driving away any who dared to approach with ill intent. One crisp afterlife morning, a sick rubberneck named Lyra stumbled upon the timber. She had heard whispers of the golden apple tree and the crow who guarded it, and she was drawn to its mystifications. Despite the warnings of locals who spoke of Corvus's fierce defense, Lyra pressed on, determined to uncover the secrets of the fabulous tree. As she entered the timber, the air sounded to crinkle with magic, and the golden apple tree came into view, its branches reaching toward the welkin like outstretched arms. But before Lyra could take another step, Corvus swooped down from the sky, cawing loudly to advise her down. " Turn back, rubberneck," he cried." The treasures of this tree aren't meant for mortal hands." But Lyra stood her ground, her eyes alight with determination." I mean no detriment, noble crow," she said, her voice gentle yet bent ." I seek only to learn the verity of this place, to understand its magic." Corvus regarded her with a keen aspect
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Nice storytelling ❤️😉