Fable
Soulful Depth.
A soul's journey starts in the same energy every time. Green behind the ears determined to discover and explore. The beginning always compares to the green man's power over the world, they both hold an ancient longing to grow. In its youth the soul's journey is magical. It leads to a mythical land and lives only the hero's journey. They walk in the moonbeams and just know for certain that the moon is surely made of green cheese. They plant ideas, hopes and dreams with the freedom of the green thumb. Powerful and intoxicating pull a young soul has on its surroundings. Unlimited options, optimistic laughter dances in the eyes of young soul. Oh, how this greenhorn is in for a massive world-shattering awakening.
By Crystal Wolf3 years ago in Fiction
Order of the Heart
Marie drove her little SUV across the farmers' field near the Agassiz Bridge. Tess sat in the passenger seat with her binoculars, scanning the edge of the houses as they approached the town. They were on a simple assignment, go to the large nursing home and look for medical supplies in the upper floor pharmacy.
By Bruce Curle `3 years ago in Fiction
A Light in the Night
As they bumped along down the dirt road further into the green forest, Emily couldn’t help but think how far from home they were. She had spent her entire 9 years in New York and was used to those city smells, sounds, and sights. Now, here she was thousands of miles away heading into the heart of Ireland and the woods of Glenfarme. Her family had come over to celebrate Emily's great grandmother’s one hundredth birthday with a gathering of the Clan, and a chance to meet the Irish side of her family. She should be excited, but all Emily really wanted to do was go home.
By Janet Freedland3 years ago in Fiction
Green Dinosaurs
My mom and I chased down Sinclair gas stations like an orgastic beacon of light. Not sure if you’ve ever been to one, so allow me to paint you a slight word picture. Their company colors are the kind of classic Christmas you see on the Tabasco sauce and Hormel chili logos. Their company mascot is a green Brontosaurus named DINO - and all of these facts are some of Mama’s favorite things in life.
By Erin Lucas3 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of the Forest
Tonight I had such a strange encounter that I must write it down, though I swore to tell nobody. It is not as though I can scarcely believe it, for here is a twig in my hair and tomorrow morning I’m sure I will find the forest dirt on my boots by the door.
By Ellie Baker3 years ago in Fiction
Go-Fever
I don’t regret what I said, but I do regret that I was powerless to do anything. That damned car should have never raced that day and maybe young Jack Hamilton would have got his hands on the world championship. Tragedy is not when we all say something is meant to be, it's when what should happen is cruelly taken away from us.
By Paul Armstrong3 years ago in Fiction
All of Everything and Beyond
I am a Toiler, made in the image of The Creator, who is Perfect. My Task is to serve my Queen by serving The Creator, who filled the world with Danger and clumsy Giants to keep Her creation humble. If I succeed in my Task I will be rewarded with wings and fly off to join Her in The Sands Above.
By J. Otis Haas3 years ago in Fiction
The Hardest Question
Outside, the wind beat itself against the clusters of huts huddled together against the sea. It battered the fat snowflakes into a white blur as they fell, made the air thick with their frenetic motion. It seemed to cry a question when it moaned, lonely, between the places where people gathered together away from its reach.
By Abbie Kruse3 years ago in Fiction
Two-Faced Witches
I overhear a gossip-filled conversation about the fates of another woman by other women themselves, and am filled with anxiety. "Cackling" or "clucking" I call it. Like witches around the cauldron; plotting their victim's demise, discussing their various flaws, criticizing their every decision and move. The witches' motives never change, though I do not understand them. Things have been said about me also; that, I know first-hand. I am a constant subject of interest, but sometimes the things said about other people are far more scary and threatening.
By E.L. Martin3 years ago in Fiction