Classical
Dance of the Bolero
The seductive melody of the Bolero held her captive. She turned up the volume, needing to free herself in the music. She sat in her chair facing the window. The ocean waves lulled her into daydreaming. She longed to run outside and feel the grainy sand between her toes.
By J.M. Troppello3 years ago in Fiction
Fresh Start
She’s a dejected 35 year old woman standing at the front door of an old house, keys in hand. Reminiscing on how she got here, she thinks about all she has lost over the last year. This house is all, she feels, that she has now. 5 years ago her and her husband, ex-husband, she corrects herself, bought this for her father. He was older than most peoples dads and after her mother left to “find herself”, he was retired, lonely, broke and so bored. As a successful real estate agent, this place almost literally landed in her lap and, at the time, was pocket change to her. Her dad had loved it. Not far from a nice little town, beautiful wineries, just enough land to grow food and gardens but not too big for one person to manage. The house had needed a lot of work, but dad loved the challenge of fixing it up. It was a stroke of luck her dad had waited until after the divorce was filed to sign it back to her so she could sell it. It meant that it was now all hers. She did sometimes think he had stalled on purpose, foreseeing the divorce. She didn’t particularly want to live here, but her husband, ex-husband, had a secret gambling problem, so here she is. He also had a boner-in-her-boss problem, which meant she had quit, before knowing just how broke they were. What a piece of shit.
By Melanie Baker 3 years ago in Fiction
Shattered
Jacob stood in the hallway with the telephone handset pressed hard against his ear, nodding his head slightly. The fingers of his left hand tapped against the slick surface of the table next to the receiver, making a semicircle of tiny circles in the dust.
By Michael S Rosin3 years ago in Fiction
Ganhail Reaches for the Unreachable
'Good enough' was NEVER good enough for Ganhail. He had loving parents, friends, and a pretty young woman who was devoted to him. But, he was not a Knight; for he was not the son of a King, Duke, Earl, or Baron. He was the son of lowly peasants. Ganhail knew this system of things was not just. He was determined to right an unrightable wrong; believing the only way for him to change things for the better, was to become a Knight. It was an impossible dream, but somehow, he had to achieve his quest.
By Karla Bowen Herman3 years ago in Fiction
The Raging Bull
Tazi enjoys taking long walks in her town, and most days, when she is not working, she is walking around outside, learning all she can. In Tazi’s mind, each day comes with something new to learn and enjoy, but this day was not just any day for Tazi. Tazi would soon discover she is not the only one taking in the sights.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Fiction
My Suspicious Package Wrapped In Brown Paper.
Tazi’s current mindset is helping others and herself, but she stops when she comes across a suspicious package wrapped in brown paper. Usually, Tazi would keep on walking to wherever destination she was. Still, it was as if something stopped her in her tracks, and she couldn’t see anything or anyone that would make her stop like this except for this suspicious package wrapped in brown paper. Tazi picked up the package wrapped in brown paper only to notice that it started to disappear in her hands. She instantly got scared because she didn’t know what was going on and couldn’t figure out what was happening. Tazi decided to keep going to her regular destination and head home.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate Cake Death
Tazi is the kind of young lady that loves food. For as long as she could remember, Tazi would stand by her stepmother on holidays and watch her do magic in the kitchen. Tazi’s stepmother wasn’t the only person she loved to watch cook. Her grandmother was amazing at growing fresh fruits and vegetables. In Tazi’s mind, these two women were her food idols. Tazi’s stepmother showed her how to make and bake her famous chocolate cake death.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Fiction
A Run Down Barn
Today is the day that Tazi will discover something new and something old all at the same time. Tazi was taking a walk in the woods one morning when she came across an old run-down barn. She had no idea what was inside the barn, but she was curious, so she kept walking. When Tazi got closer to the run-down barn, the first thing she noticed was the colors. The colors were all faded and cracked. Tazi saw green, yellow, pink, and purple colors on the barn, which was just outside the barn. On the inside, the colors were red, blue, brown, and gold.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Fiction
The Morality Act
I knew I shouldn’t have done it. It was a small kiss. A peck. Nothing harmful, but I could feel my heart thumping and knew he could too. How will I explain this to him when I get home? Should I say I was running to catch the bus? Or climbing stairs? Maybe I saw something traumatic?
By Justin Brandt-Sarif3 years ago in Fiction
A Treasure Chest Of Traditional Tales
I fell in love with the written word when my parents would read me bedtime stories. The Disneyfied versions of Cinderella and Snow White were fine, but when I discovered the collection of traditional Finnish fairy tales, I was hooked.
By Reija Sillanpaa3 years ago in Fiction
What was, what is, and what is yet to be!
The early stages of childhood are a critical time frame for a child's long term development. The things that we experience, the music that we hear, the lessons that we learn from the stories that we have been told at bedtime. All of these things have an impact upon our mannerisms, our personalities, our openness when it comes to absorbing knowledge and expanding our creativity, and who we become over all. And yet, throughout our lives we will meet many intriguing and diverse characters with different desires, aspirations, and goals on how to pursue such things. With such desires and goals, there may also be quirky characters who, well, may be a bit odd or different! They may stand out from the crowd or may not fit quite into any particular part of society. Outcasts, nerdowells, people who are well, just different.
By Jordan Zuniga3 years ago in Fiction