Adventure
Dear Peasant
Dear Peasant, Well, I don't know who you are either. You didn't leave a name or an address, so I shall also reply with an anonymous open letter. Here I am, minding my own business with my seventh cup of tea, and I find this. First of all, let's get the record straight! I prefer Tobius, thank you very much! And before you ask, no! My last name is NOT Carvery.
By Chloe Gilholy5 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Remembered Tomorrow
Elias was only nine years old when he first saw tomorrow. It happened on a rainy Monday morning. While eating breakfast, he suddenly saw his mother crying in the kitchen. The next day, exactly as he had seen it, she received a phone call that her brother had died in an accident.
By @HiddenHistory5 months ago in Fiction
Attack of the Peanut Butter
Billy's stomach growled. He reached intot he refrigerator and found an unmarked jar of peanut butter. He pullled out a knife and a couple of slices of bread and began spreading the peanut butter across the bread. Grandma and the dog, Petey walked in. ''Good morning,'' Grandma said.
By DJ Robbins5 months ago in Fiction
The late night butcher shop , night cuts fresh meat.
It was a small shop on the bad side of town. No windows. One flickering light. The door was always unlocked, even at 2 a.m. Most people walked past without looking. But if you were hungry enough, or broke enough, you went inside. Leo was both. He hadn't eaten in two days. His last twenty dollars sat crumpled in his pocket. The grocery stores were closed. The shelters were full. But the butcher shop was open. The bell above the door made a sad little sound. Inside, the air was cold and wet. It smelled like blood and something sweet underneath. Like old flowers. Like a funeral home. A man stood behind the counter. He was tall and thin, with pale skin and small eyes that never blinked. His apron was white but stained pink. He smiled when Leo walked in. His teeth were too white. Too straight. Like a row of little knives. "Late night," the butcher said. His voice was soft and kind, like a grandfather's. "You must be hungry." Leo nodded. He looked at the glass case. Inside were steaks, ribs, and round roasts wrapped in brown paper. The labels said "BEEF" and "LAMB" in neat handwriting. But the meat was a strange color. Not red like normal meat. Dark purple, almost black. And the fat was yellow, like old butter. "How much for the small one?" Leo asked, pointing to a package the size of his fist. The butcher leaned closer. His breath smelled like pennies. "For you? Five dollars. But I have something better. Something special. Just came in tonight." He disappeared through a plastic curtain and came back with a white box. No label. No price. He opened the lid. Inside was a piece of meat Leo couldn't name. It was long and thin, like a finger but thicker. The skin was pale and smooth. No hair. No fat. Just clean, pink flesh. It looked almost like... but no. That was crazy. "What is it?" Leo asked. The butcher's smile grew wider. "Try it and find out. One dollar." Leo wanted to leave. Every part of his body said walk away. But his stomach was empty. His hands were shaking. He handed over his last dollar. Back in his apartment, Leo cooked the meat in a dirty pan. It sizzled like normal meat. It smelled like nothing he recognized. But when he took the first bite, he stopped chewing. The taste was wrong. Too sweet. Too rich. And there was something else. A flavor he couldn't name. Like salt. Like iron. Like the air after a bad storm. He finished it anyway. He was too hungry not to. That night, he had strange dreams. He dreamed of a basement with white walls and a drain in the floor. He dreamed of a man tied to a table. The man was crying. A shadow stood over him with a sharp knife. The shadow was tall and thin. It wore a white apron. Leo woke up screaming. His mouth was full of blood. Not from a cut. From his teeth. They were loose. All of them. And when he looked in the mirror, his smile was wrong. His teeth were smaller. Straighter. Like little knives. He ran back to the butcher shop. The sun was up now, but the door was locked. The sign was gone. Inside, the glass case was empty. The shelves were bare. But the back room door was open. Leo pushed through the plastic curtain. The smell hit him first. Sweet and rotten. Like flowers left in water too long. The room was empty except for a metal table. On the table was a white box. His name was written on top in neat handwriting. He opened it with shaking hands. Inside was a folded piece of paper. One sentence, written in the same neat hand: "Thank you for your purchase. You'll last about three weeks. Don't worry—I'll come back for the rest." Leo heard a soft sound behind him. Footsteps. Slow and heavy. And a voice, soft and kind, like a grandfather's. "You left the door unlocked," the butcher said. "That's dangerous at night." Leo turned around. The butcher was holding a very sharp knife. His smile was wide. His teeth were small and straight. And his apron was clean. For now.
By Esmat Zafari5 months ago in Fiction
Color of Divide part 4
This is the finale for Color of Divide part 4 ending on a happy note. I wrote this, created, & edited for hours. Mirabella and Kaden marry. Kaden gets nano and robotics treatment for his legs. Mirabella graduates as Dr. Solis. The ending is the birth of their baby. I wish life had fairy tale endings.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Fiction
Color of Divide Part 3. Content Warning.
This is a fictional story series derived out of my brain. This is a modern love story of two teenagers who live in a bigoted universe of divide and conquer. Kaden and Mirabella show love, compassion, and fear the fear of two towns divided by hate and fear, instead of love. in the end part 4 they are married live happily ever after.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Fiction
Friendship
Friendship is a gift human beings have the honor of sharing with one another. Constructed over days, weeks, months, or years, it is a bond we create as a safe place to share emotions, secrets, desires and truths. Although breakable, friendship is a tether to moments in time that drift with every passing second. Enjoy the moments. Cherish your friends. Take nothing for granted.
By Kale Sinclair5 months ago in Fiction
Villain in the World. Content Warning.
“Forgive me." A fractured glimpse of a broken memory surged through his mind. It was sharp and haunting, but vanished into the void just like it was. A single teardrop fell on the back of his left hand. The teardrop was cool and heavy, but also silent to him. He turned his eyes to it, but surprisingly was numb to its touch.
By sfhbmjfawfg5 months ago in Fiction
