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The Nutcracker’s Gift
Snow fell softly on the town of Pinewood, coating its streets and rooftops in a shimmering blanket of white. The bustling holiday market filled the air with laughter, the scent of roasted chestnuts, and the cheerful hum of carolers. In the center of the market, beneath a grand Christmas tree adorned with twinkling lights, stood Clara Bennett, a young girl with bright eyes and a heart full of wonder.
By Thomas Vasas2 years ago in Fiction
The House of Forgotten Songs
The house had stood at the edge of the woods for as long as anyone could remember, its windows clouded and its walls weathered by time. It had always been a place of mystery, its presence whispered about but rarely approached. They said it was empty, but when Anna stepped inside, the air felt alive—like it was holding its breath, waiting for her.
By DOMINION (GREED)2 years ago in Fiction
Why Men Want to Sleep After Sex and Women Want to Talk
Human relationships are shaped by a complex interplay of emotions, psychology, and biology, which often leads to intriguing differences between men and women. A well-known example is the post-sex behavior of men and women: while men often want to sleep, women prefer to talk. Understanding these distinctions provides deeper insights into the male psyche and the dynamics of intimate relationships.
By William Henry2 years ago in Fiction
Family Matters
Arly stomped her blackened feet into the mud and pounded her fists against a mangled tree trunk. Nhid hissed at the air as he sniffed the new scent lingering beneath the low-hanging fog while the rest of the army searched the perimeter for footprints.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Shadows. Content Warning.
I was heartbroken, scared, I had a lot of anxiety, I was worried, I felt weak, and had no idea how I was ever going to come up with the strength. But I just closed my eyes and took a blind leap. I knew I had to get out of there."
By Jennifer Onyemobi 2 years ago in Fiction
The Enigma of the Seasons. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: Clara's Return Clara walked down the quiet streets of the coastal town, the cold breeze touching her face like a reminder of her childhood spent far away. The town, once a peaceful refuge, was different. The old houses, the narrow alleyways, and the hills rising behind the town now seemed to hide something — a presence she couldn't identify. She felt that something more was going on, something beyond the disappearance of her grandfather.
By Bianca Rodrigues 2 years ago in Fiction
Out of Orbit. Content Warning.
The planets were falling. At this point, the atmospheric pressure was starting to change; weather patterns were erratic and the oceans were stretching across the land to reach each other like old friends. But there were other things, smaller things, that we noticed first. Magnets started falling off of refrigerators. The clouds cast strange shadows, bubbly and long. Everyone’s ears started popping like we were in one huge falling elevator. The animals were acting differently too. Birds began flying in circles, little ones at first; it was like a dance. But then, suddenly and all at once bundles of beaks and feathers, crashing together in a din of flapping wings for miles and miles burst into view, the skyline a swarm of crumbling spheres. Wolves fell silent, the pull of the moon losing strength like the magnets on our floors. Fish stopped swimming upstream and many stopped moving altogether, depriving their gills of the flowing water they needed to breathe. Rivers, lakes and oceans, filled to the brim with stinking, dead sea creatures. The smell alone was enough to make anything that survived want to die. Humans moved away from the coasts, migrating inland to escape the rot, leaving skeletal cities in their wake. Scientists couldn’t explain anything to any of us and even if they could, it wouldn’t have mattered. All of the theories and ideas that had existed in the hypothetical were now suddenly our sharpened reality and there was no escape. The sky was falling and we weren’t prepared to catch it. And how could we be? Who wakes up thinking heaven would meet them on earth?
By Victoria Matthews2 years ago in Fiction
The Price of Love
In a quiet village surrounded by rolling hills and lush fields, there stood an old, weathered house that had been home for generations. It was a place rich with memories—a home that once resonated with laughter, love, and the warmth of family. But as time went on, the house transformed into something more than just a dwelling. It became a battleground.
By Sazia Afreen Sumi2 years ago in Fiction
For the love of a kiss. Top Story - December 2024.
Not wanting to lose control, she tries to force a sense of calmness upon herself, breathing deeply and slowly as he packs the last of his belongings. Five years, she thinks, is a significant amount of time to be in someone's life. She has pleaded for days now, to try and get him to listen but to no avail.
By Paula Smith2 years ago in Fiction
The Tree . Top Story - December 2024.
The Tree D. A. Ratliff The snow looked fresh and pristine, and I hoped this would be fun. I had my doubts. It had taken quite a bit of convincing to get me to agree to trudge through the deep Colorado snow to find a Christmas tree.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
Revisiting "Home Alone"
It was Christmas Eve in the McCallister house, and the air was thick with holiday chaos. Kevin McCallister, an 8-year-old with a sharp wit and a mischievous streak, found himself in the middle of the typical whirlwind. Family members were shouting across the house, running around in a panic, all trying to prepare for their trip to Paris the next day. It was the time of year when everyone’s Christmas spirit was tested by last-minute packing, gift wrapping, and a dinner that never seemed to be served on time. (Cue the “Why is this happening to me?!” look)
By LatestWriter2 years ago in Fiction
