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Whispers of the Quill
The ink smudged as Eleanor Fitzwilliam hesitated, the nib of her quill hovering just above the paper. A single candle flickered beside her, its golden light catching on the edges of the letter she had yet to complete. Outside, the rain tapped gently against the panes, a sound as steady as the breath she forced herself to take.
By Victor Akinremi2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM
Chapter 9: My Heart Beat When Gary slid the door open to enter his classroom, he was surprised to see that not everyone was there yet. His eyes peaked in the direction of the school clock and could still see there was a good fifteen minutes before class started.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
Hester and the Sams
Hester rises with the buzzing of the alarm and stretches long to wake up her muscles. Yawning, she busies herself to start the day. Nudging her human mama awake, licking kisses upon her nose and cheeks, she meows her reminder that it is time for the morning dish of cream.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Kentucky Dreamer: #Tamer
**I grew up as a young girl, wrestling with my twin brother in front of the T.V. trying to get the best seat in the house to admire Daniel Boone, as played by the handsome, Fess Parker. (Don't roll your eyes, he was pretty hot)His high adventures and gentle nature made me an easy fan, but now, the poet in me wants something a little more flowery. Some of the following is factual, some is from the dimly lit corners of my imagination.Although Daniel Boone was not a prolific letter writer due to his limited education, there is evidence that he did write letters to his wife, Rebecca. Some say, he had his sister in law write many letters for him. It was said that he loved his wife deeply and even raised a daughter believed to have been his brothers, as his own. This is how I imagined he would have written to Rebecca if he could have written them from his heart**
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction
Falling Star
A star fell out of the night sky. Blazing, seen clearly from the ground even against the gentle glow from the dying fire beside which I sat with my son, it tore across the heavens for barely a second but I saw it. I watched it fall, and I made a wish. The kind of wish that knew would never be answered, but one that I hoped would be. I think that’s why they call it a wish.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
His Gentle Soul
Mueni had never seen much of her parents. The rare moments she spent with them felt fleeting. Either she managed to have breakfast with them in the mornings, or she would cross paths with them, hurriedly rushing out to work while they came in from their day. It was all so quick, so distant, and the empty spaces left her feeling... alone, but determined.
By Isabella Kamau......2 years ago in Fiction
His Gentle Soul
Monologue As she stood there, tears streaming down her face, silently watching the casket descend into the cold, unforgiving ground, the weight of loss crushed her chest. He was gone. Gone forever. The truth settled into her bones, a harsh reality that was impossible to escape. She had loved him so deeply once, a love that had filled her heart completely—once. And now, all that remained were fragmented memories and an aching void in her soul.
By Isabella Kamau......2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 8: Fight back! Today, Gary was walking to school a lot slower than he usually would. He was constantly looking around his surroundings, checking if there wasn’t anybody following him. He had recognised the three deceased gang members on TV as the same ones who had been after him at the construction site.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction







