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The Neighbors
Canicatti, Sicily | July 10th, 1943 | 9:40A.M. The rooster was odd. The gunshot forced their hand. But it was the scream that got them moving. Garret instructed Corrado to quickly wrap the violin back into its case, then ordered the group to gather their weapons and belongings. Their plan to disassemble the violin remained the same, but the introduction of nearby gunfire, and screaming, added yet another layer of anticipation.
Silhouette: A Short Excerpt
I stood in front of the door; it didn’t resemble the other doors in the home. It had a darker shade of wood than the others. The doorknob looked like one of those crazy Japanese dragons. It looked foreign, but familiar like I have seen it were before. For an unknown reason I opened it. The door screamed at me with a howl that was unnatural to man. The room itself was cold and dark even with the blinding light surrounding it. The bed was immaculately kept to the standards of a drill sergeant. However, the drawers were pulled out of the oak wood drawer. The clothes were thrown asunder.
Patrick V. A. HardyPublished 5 months ago in Fiction- Content Warning
The Orphan
This story has been written in response to L.C. Schäfer's proposal to spend 2024 losing my mind...sorry, I mean, choosing to write a microfiction story every day, making 366 stories for every day of this lovely leap year. You can check her original story out here:
Rachel DeemingPublished 5 months ago in Fiction Stars and Scars in the Dark
I watched from the withered wicker of the rocking chair as the drone arrived, delivered its bearing, and retreated into the space beyond the clouds from whence it came. It took me some time to even consider it, the package in question, as I consciously avoided scattered memories from this exact space, as I did frequently with task after task or a sedating mixture of tea leaves. Though in all the instances before, in which I drank my steaming nectar from a fired ceramic mug, I had not yet seen such an occurrence of visitor and courier. We remained there, myself and this delivery, eyeing each other down across a long lonely porch and steamy barrier, for a long while it seemed until I sighed that wall of vapor to ruin and placed its source upon the sturdy table that often bore it as a crown.
Rhyonis; a Realm, a RiftPublished 5 months ago in FictionBoxing Day
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Rachel DeemingPublished 5 months ago in FictionBlimey, So Many Gods! (Part I)
Author's Note: This is an in-character “blog post” of Jolene Bronwyn of The Prophecies of Ragnarok book series. --- Ever had a friend you feel like you’ve known your entire life, but then one day you realise you don’t really know them as much as you think you do and they have a whole family that might as well be an actual house in Game of Thrones???
Marie SinadjanPublished 5 months ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Somehow he was still not dead
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Rachel DeemingPublished 6 months ago in Fiction Trap Door
Canicatti, Sicily | July 10th, 1943 | 9:27A.M An annoyingly beautiful orchestra of chirping stirred Rosalie from her deep sleep, pulling her from her dreams. She stretched out her arms until all of the kinks between her joints either popped or cracked. Then bent her neck from side to side, achieving the same relieving effect. She wiped away the sand from the corners of her eyes with her knuckles, then rolled herself out of a make-shift straw bed.
A Beautiful Disaster
**A draft from last year, I was going to submit for a challenge but didn't finish in time!** If walls could talk I could tell all the horrors I've witnessed, I am a prison wall after all. I've seen everything from people completely breaking down, screaming for help, fights, having every bodily fluid thrown at me and the other walls, to the worst which is death in many forms. It's rare for me to see any sort of happiness, which is why when I do I tend to hold on to every detail, and those are the stories I would love to share with anyone that would listen.
Kimmiekins4Published 6 months ago in Fiction1999 – A wistful dream
1999 – A wistful dream Behold magic in thy heart, Fluffed with the softness that ensnares you apart. Be the change you wish to see,
Hridya SharmaPublished 6 months ago in FictionThe Lonely Barista
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Rachel DeemingPublished 6 months ago in Fiction- Content Warning
"Quest for Cosmic Companions: Exploring the Scientific Pursuit of Extraterrestrial Life"
Introduction: In the vast expanse of the cosmos, the tantalizing possibility of life beyond our planet has ignited the curiosity of scientists and astronomers. This article embarks on an exploration of the scientific quest for extraterrestrial life, delving into the methodologies, breakthroughs, and ongoing investigations aimed at uncovering the existence of cosmic companions across the universe.