Adventure
Before and After Beast
I’m not sure why I disappeared like that except to say I needed a little space. He was giant, the four-legged monster that threatened to invade my privacy at all times. Of course, I realize I was made to be his friend, but the power of his love for me was overbearing. That’s what brings me here to write my story (but adjacently his too, because I wouldn’t be me, without him).
By ANITA RACHELLE3 years ago in Fiction
Trash or Treasure?
I’m snuggly wrapped around my companion’s neck, trying to keep them warm from the chilly air as we trek down a busy sidewalk. They weave in and out of people while I feel the small flakes fall and seep into my wool fabric. As they race down the stairs, going underground, I feel both ends of my cloth bouncing against their body with each movement. It’s not long before my companion rushes into a packed tin can of people, some are standing while others sit.
By Timberly Price3 years ago in Fiction
Finding Joy
“How could he betray me like this?", I thought. Only a few weeks ago, Luka and I were a team, conquering the world together, spending our days and nights roaming around, staring happily into each other's eyes, laying on the floor, looking at the ceiling, just taking in the joy of living.
By Marina Fortuño3 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 10
The anointing day feast continued throughout the day. There were lots of games, dancing and soaring around in circles in a fun air parade of sorts. The smallest of the meerbirds played together while the elderly meerbirds watched with pure adoration, reminiscing of memories when they were younger. Keenwai and Kunya had played several games of hide and seek with the children meerbirds. After a while, they grew tired of the silliness of the game and walked toward the thicker forests. Keenwai, kicked up some leaves and asked, “What does adoration even mean to you, Kunya?”
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Fiction
The Fiat, and The Grenade
Sicily | 1943 Corrado smirked, then disappeared back into the belly of the concealed bed. Rosalie re-tied the knot to the tarp, then climbed into the passenger seat. The partition had partially closed during the hectic stop, so she used her fingers to fully open it. Corrado’s head was directly on the other side, getting as close as humanly possible. This made her giggle, adding a little comfort to the rumbling sound of an accelerating engine.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
KEYS
From the moment I came into existence, I was destined for a purpose. Shiny and new, I gleamed at the promise of unlocking the door to new adventures. With pomp and circumstance, my new boss paraded me around like a prized possession, boasting to his friends about his latest acquisition. I felt more valuable than a winning lottery ticket, basking in the attention as they eagerly awaited the grand unveiling of his swanky new abode.
By Jes “KIM254” Ben3 years ago in Fiction
MY MISSING FOOTBALL
In the heart of my town nestled between rolling hills, there stood a big field where friends gathered every evening to indulge in their favorite sport: football. Among them was me, young Emmanuel, I have a passion for the game that burned brightly within me. I cherished my football a lot. It was a gift from my mother on my fifteen years birthday—like a prized possession.
By Aifuwa Emmanuel3 years ago in Fiction
Seventh Midnight
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Disappearance The moon hung low in the night sky, casting elongated shadows across the cobblestone streets of Crescent Hollow. Detective Emma Blackwood strode through the eerie silence, her trench coat billowing behind her like a cloak of mystery. Her keen eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any clue that might unravel the enigma of the Seventh Midnight.
By Zeenat Shoukat3 years ago in Fiction
Cold Footprint
"Tracing the Chills of a Vanished Trail" In the small town of Frostwood, nestled amidst snow-capped mountains, a unique phenomenon occurred every winter. A trail of cold footprints would appear overnight, leading from the edge of the forest to the town square. The footprints, made of shimmering ice, puzzled the townsfolk for years. Some believed it to be the work of a mythical creature, while others dismissed it as a natural occurrence.
By Zeenat Shoukat3 years ago in Fiction
