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Love Story about an Alien and a Human, A Fictional Tale
The Beginning - A Chance Encounter Our story begins with a young human, named Alex, who was working as an astronaut on a deep space mission. While on a routine spacewalk, Alex noticed a strange object approaching their spacecraft. At first, Alex thought it was a meteor, but as it got closer, Alex realized that it was something entirely different. It was an alien spaceship, unlike anything Alex had ever seen before.
By AJ Digital4 years ago in Fiction
Bottom of the Deep Blue
Inspired by a trip to SeaWorld and my love of Encantados. The entirety of Dolores Milagros’ life was spent wishing she were somebody else. Unfortunately, life was not a fairytale and there were no genies, eager to free her from the confines of adulthood, and no wizards looking to send her home. However, today she was given a brief reprieve. Her stepmother had company over and wanted everyone out of the house. So, Dolores was tossed a handful of bills and told to make scarce.
By C.M. Vazquez4 years ago in Fiction
Boxed Water Is Better
It was a hot summer day, and I was feeling parched. As I walked around the festival, looking for something to drink, I saw a vendor with a sign that read "Boxed Water Is Better." I had never heard of boxed water before, but I was intrigued. I decided to give it a try and purchased a carton.
By Altaf Soomro4 years ago in Fiction
Trapped in the Other World: The Haunted Mirror's Revenge
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was a hazy image of a room I had never seen before, with a figure standing in the center. At first, I assumed it was just a glitch in the glass or a trick of the light. But as I peered closer, the image began to come into focus, and I realized with a growing sense of horror that it was a room I had never seen before, and the figure in the center was not me.
By Fictional Stories4 years ago in Fiction
the purple road of grief. Top Story - March 2023.
In a land not far away at all, there lived a boy who liked purple lollipops. They reminded him of water with Kool-Aid mix, something his mother used to make for him on Sundays as a treat. But when his mother disappeared, his father was too wrapped up in grief to recall the Sunday morning ritual. So, he settled for the grape lollipops that his teacher sometimes handed out.
By Oneg In The Arctic4 years ago in Fiction
