Adventure
Potato Person Pt. 1
There once was a peculiar person who lived in a shack. Day after day, morning became night and night became day. Neither sprouting nor deteriorating, the person did not receive enough sunlight. At the same time, the person ate through fruits, vegetables, and everything left in the shack by their great grandfather.
By Alina Luke4 years ago in Fiction
When you're stuck like glue
I begrudgingly drank from a stained glass mug. The contents were supposed to be closer to juice but came out thick and lacked viscousness. The color was also a dulled smoggy brown. The taste seemed muted, with hints of dusty blandness. Laughter erupted in waves in the shanty tavern my cohort and I have settled in. The floors creaked under the slightest pressure of the people’s heels. Once their toes slammed down on the dusty boards plumes of sandy dust billowed up. I had to keep moving locks of my dirty blonde hair out of my face. Barely even a word had left my lips since we arrived, meanwhile you hadn’t stopped talking since you entered.
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Fiction
The White Box
It’s been 72 hours since the mail drone dropped a package off at my door. Normally, I would be excited that a package got dropped off at my door. Who doesn’t love waking up to a package at their door? It always feels like Christmas came early. However, this time I got an uneasy feeling. Not necessarily a bad one, just one that gives me anxiety. And that’s why the package has been sitting at my door for the last 3 days. I hate surprises. It has anxiety attack written all over it.
By K.J.George4 years ago in Fiction
