family
My Lover's Candle
The snow floated down to the earth like feathers in the wind. Once they joined the rest of their brothers and sisters on the ground, they immediately turned invisible. The branches on the trees shook every time Father Sky exhaled, with the brown leaves breaking free as they flew in the air. The moon shone radiantly in the dark sky, making the snow appear to be fallen crystals from heaven. With no one around to disturb Mother Nature in her winter form, it was a beautiful midnight paradise.
By R. N. M. Haubrock3 years ago in Fiction
"Invisible Strength, Unheard Echoes."
In the spectral embrace of a moonless expanse, I materialized into being, an outcome of unbridled expressions casting aside their veils. The protracted symphony of an oversaturated abundance bowed to a sudden hush, painted with the monochromatic hues of solitude. Each moment – a silence of pleasure, detachment, and vocalized sorrow – orchestrated my creation. Picture this: a cool evening stripped of any warm glow, or a solitary drive into the encroaching darkness – these were the atmospheric stages where the zygote, the very seed of my existence, assertively manifested within my mother.
By Salman siddique3 years ago in Fiction
A Little Lore
Lorelei Lee was a very strange woman. White hair that she kept dyed in a purple and blue ombre style, pink eyes, and an alluring nature about her. A trait she shared with her twin Leyla. She never fit in and always managed to stand out. Her single mother looked nothing like Lore or her sister neither did their older brother. Along with their odd appearance her and her sister seemed to have interesting abilities. Lore could hypnotize anyone with her voice and Leyla seemed to have the ability to feel what others felt. It never made sense to Lore how her and her sister could be so different. Eventually Lore went to college to study music and after graduating was on the fast track to her theatre debut. A debut that would never happen due to Lore walking away from her dream following the death of the man she called grandpa. A death that left her devastated. She left her life behind and moved to a city in California to start a new life.
By Katelynn Marie 3 years ago in Fiction
Floral speak
We grow beneath a blazing and just sun, light evenly distributed across our field. Others grow in valleys where moisture pools and ridges throw shade. But we are well-preserved within our utopian garden. Each of us bears a monetary responsibility. We understand our fate.
By Barbara Steinhauser 3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Meadowville: A Tale of Enchanted Bonds
In the idyllic town of Meadowville, where meadows met rolling hills and a gentle breeze carried whispers of enchantment, two sisters named Amelia and Grace flourished like wildflowers in the sun. Their days were filled with laughter, shared secrets, and the kind of unspoken understanding that only siblings could possess.
By Syeda Umama3 years ago in Fiction
