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As Wise As an Owl
As Wise As an Owl Deep in the quiet green woods, where a clear stream moved gently over smooth stones, there lived a great white owl with wide golden eyes. She watched the forest from a tall branch, seeing far more than most creatures ever noticed. The animals of the woodland spoke often and loudly, yet the owl remained mostly silent, listening and observing the world around her.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Fiction
The Architecture of Normal Things
The First Door The first extra room appeared on an ordinary Tuesday morning while my mother was trying to remember where she'd last left the vacuum cleaner. She was standing halfway down the hall with one hand on her hip, staring intensely at a door that had absolutely not been there the night before.
By Shannon Hilson6 months ago in Fiction
There’s a Cow in the Room. Honorable Mention in Everyone Is Acting Normally Challenge.
Brian was attending the wake of his work colleague, Barry Rajacostellino. He never really liked the guy that much, although he had sat next to him at work for the last four years. Four years of putting up with garlic breath and his constant snorts instead of just blowing his nose.
By Calvin London7 months ago in Fiction
My Pen is
My Peace is My Pen Arguing happens again, the police at the door making reports of domestic abuse. Screams can be heard down the alley from my bedroom window. Gunshots ricochet from the bricks of my home, on the floor we sleep. We wake to see the damage, blood spilled in the streets where we played. Let’s see who can catch this football in the vacant lot of a church that supplied the neighborhood with supplies such as clothing and food. The neighbors running trap houses as kids wait for seven o’clock to hear Mr. Frostee tunes blaring from around the corner. I can remember begging for dollars from the locals just for a vanilla soft served cone. My mother always liked hers dipped. We get ready for dinner, another soulful meal prepared by the man and woman that loved us.
By Charelle Landers7 months ago in Fiction
Happy Birthday To Me 5th March Top Story
Here’s to tomorrow. My birthday. March 5th. Another year older, another year alive, another year of stories, laughter, chaos, and love. I love my family, the ones who make the noise bearable, the hugs unforgettable, the memories sticky like honey on your fingers.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Fiction
One Table With The Wife One Bar With Lads
One Table With The Wife One Bar With Lads They sat across from each other in the low gold light of a Thursday evening. Two men who had known each other since their voices were breaking and their chins were bare. The pub was loud but not wild yet. The kind of noise that carries laughter and old stories without asking for trouble. Tom lifted his pint and said, answer me straight. If you had one free night, no work tomorrow, no excuses, would you book a quiet dinner with your lady, candlelight, clean shirt, proper conversation, or would you come here, shoulder to shoulder with the lads, and drink until the stories turn reckless. No middle ground.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Fiction
Kitten's Kitchen. Part 3. A dumpling masterclass with Chef Whiskers
Summer passed, and the first cool winds announced the coming of autumn. In the little cottage beneath the lilac bush, everything grew even cozier: the stove crackled in the evenings, bundles of dried herbs hung in the pantry, and jars of preserves stood neatly upon the shelves. Dear Grandmother more and more often allowed her furry pupils to work on their own, for she knew that true skill is strengthened through practice.
By Ludmila Pachadgi7 months ago in Fiction
