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Still Using. Top Story - June 2024.
This is for Belle's: The Conviction [an unofficial challenge] June 2024 Write a story that includes, at some point, the sentence, "I did what I had to do."
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Be cautious while playing.
It started like any other day. The sun was shining. The flowers bloomed and dew drops covered spider webs. It was a crisp morning, a good start to the day. Then a cloud appeared and it all went downhill from there.
By Crystal R Whitchurch2 years ago in Fiction
The Book of Many Clans
NEWARK, DELAWARE FIRST DAY OF SUMMER, TUESDAY, JUNE 21, 1994 So it came to pass that the elders in the community could convene over cigarettes and beer. The cool wind of the new season despite the high temperature made the outing all the more enjoyable. Laughs rose to the heavens. Dogs scampered about. Games of spades broke out on various card tables. The children ran and shouted and acted as if lightning ran in their blood. When everything grew silent, the eldest of the various families walked out of the house. Men set down their beers and women squashed their cigarettes. The children paused their playing. Mother Mattie and Daddy Brougham marched like they were in formation. She looked spry for her ninety years and still had all her faculties. Her hands felt as soft as the soap she used to cleanse them. Daddy Brougham, 92, had worked at the auto plant for thirty-three years. His hands were hard and almost cracked but still resilient and vigorous. In their hands, thick scrolls of documents held the power of the different lines that had grown up around Newark and before.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
"The Oranges of Enchantment "
Title: The Oranges of Enchantment In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering streams, where the scent of wildflowers mingled with the promise of magic, lived a young girl named Elara. Her days were spent exploring the meadows and listening to the tales spun by the village elders—a tapestry of myths that spoke of dragons soaring through cerulean skies and enchanted forests where trees whispered secrets to those who dared to listen.
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction
"The Woodcutter's Resolve"
In a quiet village nestled at the edge of a vast and ancient forest, there lived a humble woodcutter named Thomas. With sinewy arms forged by years of labor and eyes weathered by the dappled sunlight filtering through dense foliage, Thomas was a man of quiet strength and unwavering determination. His days were spent in the embrace of the forest, where he wielded his trusty axe with practiced precision, harvesting timber to support his family and carve out a modest existence.
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction
love at school
At Westbrook High, a school where hallways echoed with the footsteps of students rushing to classes, and the scent of fresh ink lingered in the air, a love affair was blossoming in secret.
By ppp2 years ago in Fiction
A DAY IN OUR LIVES
A Day in Our Lives The morning sun gently peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. As the alarm clock buzzed, Alex reached out to silence it, savoring a few extra moments in bed before the day began. Beside them, Taylor stirred, already half-awake and ready to tackle the day.The kitchen soon filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Over breakfast, they exchanged their plans for the day—Alex had a crucial meeting at work, while Taylor was excited about a new project kickoff. Their mornings were always a blend of routine and anticipation, a shared rhythm that set the tone for the day ahead.As they headed out, the city was already bustling with life. Alex navigated through the traffic, mentally preparing for the presentations and discussions lined up. Meanwhile, Taylor took the subway, engrossed in a novel that provided a brief escape from the day's demands.At work, Alex thrived on the energy of collaboration, exchanging ideas with colleagues and strategizing for the company's next big move. The meeting was intense but fulfilling, a testament to the hard work and dedication that defined Alex's professional life. Taylor, on the other hand, found joy in creativity, sketching out designs and brainstorming with the team. The new project promised to be challenging, but Taylor loved every moment of the creative process.Evening arrived, bringing a sense of accomplishment. As they reconvened at home, Alex and Taylor shared stories from their day, celebrating small victories and offering support where needed. Dinner was a simple affair, a chance to unwind and reconnect. The conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and shared dreams.Later, they settled into their cozy living room, a book in Taylor's hands and a documentary on Alex's screen. The day's hustle gradually faded, replaced by the comfort of togetherness. They cherished these quiet moments, a balance of individual passions and shared experiences.As night fell, they reflected on their day—another chapter in their lives, filled with its own unique blend of routine and novelty. The world outside continued its ceaseless pace, but within their shared space, they found peace and purpose.
By Anita Akombo2 years ago in Fiction
MAGIC
rologue England, 1181 Advertisement They became friends before they were old enough to understand they were supposed to hate each other.
By Golden Ink Studio 2 years ago in Fiction
Silent Song Of Sorrow
In the quiet solitude of my small apartment, I sat at the kitchen table, staring out the window at the rain-soaked streets below. My thoughts drifted back to the day my sister, Anna, had died. The memory of that night was as sharp and painful as ever.
By Avi2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Librarian of Archadia
The wind howled a mournful dirge through the cracked windows of the Grand Library of Archadia. Inside, amidst towering shelves overflowing with ancient tomes, Amara, the last librarian, dusted a leather-bound manuscript with a reverence bordering on desperation.
By Muhammad Safdar2 years ago in Fiction
Midsummer's Matriarch
The matriarch of this Jasminian* (daughters of the original Jasmine from the Seven Daughters of Eve) clan was turning seventy on the day of the Solstice. It was going to be a huge event for their family, but only their women had been invited or called forth. It was more than a birthday celebration or even a Midsummer's festival. It would be a bonding.
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Fiction
The Whisper of Forgotten Stars
Elara, a renowned astrophysicist, stood on the precipice of a discovery that could rewrite the textbooks. Her observatory, nestled amidst the snow-capped peaks of the Himalayas, hummed with the tireless activity of research. Tonight, however, the usual hum was punctuated by a frantic beeping emanating from the main console.
By Muhammad Safdar2 years ago in Fiction