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Glümp
Sarah sat on her grandmother's porch, the scent of her freshly baked apple pie filling the air. The late afternoon sun painted a warm, golden hue across the landscape, and the gentle breeze whispered through the trees. As she sipped her tea, her mind wandered back to the countless summer afternoons spent in this very spot.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Fiction
Reduced Speed
Author's preface: I was home visiting my parents recently and had the opportunity to spend a little bit of time with a friend who was the protagonist of a story I wrote many years ago titled "Reduced Speed". Seeing her reminded me of that story and so, out of curiosity, I went back and read it again. Turns out I still really like it. It is disturbing, sad, and glum, but with a wistful tone that somehow feels almost a little (very little) hopeful. It is also powerful and emotionally impactful. Maybe those feelings are amplified for me since I am a part of the story and 'Shannon' (not her real name) from the story remains my friend to this day. Moreover it was written not long after the sudden and tragic death of my wife of only two years, Victoria. Anything I wrote at that time effects me greatly today no matter what the topic. I am republishing it with only a few minor changed from the original.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 9
Once we leave Philip’s bar, I pull Alice down a nearby alleyway. “Are you really sure about Philip?” “Everything I told you in there is true. Philip has a complicated past, but every single one of the jobs I’ve worked with him, have been to help people. He helps get goods to people who can’t afford them. Goods that the Praetor keeps hoarded inside the walls. There are people here who rely on his help.”
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of Maua
In the land of Maua, a realm where magic flowed like rivers and ancient legends danced in the wind, a timeless battle between good and evil had etched its mark upon the tapestry of history. At the heart of this struggle lay the legendary Crystal of Mwanga, a repository of unimaginable power that held the potential to sway the balance in favor of either side.
By The POTUSFanClub3 years ago in Fiction
Donnie Mellons
"Whenever you are buying a used car from a person, there are two things you need to pay the most attention to. The headliner and the trunk. People that take care of their cars, that really love their cars and care about them, always keep the headliner and trunk clean, and in good condition, those who don't, don't. If I see a beat up, dirty headliner or trunk, I walk away." Donnie paused for a moment, furrowed his brow, obviously deep in concentration then continued. "And, oh yeah, don't forget pet hair. If you see any pet hair, it's not necessarily an instant walk away, but you better believe I am knocking the price down by 5-10% off of whatever I was already thinking about offering." Thomas thought about what he had just heard, and it seemed to make a lot of sense. Then again, anytime Donnie said anything it seemed to make a lot of sense. He spoke with an air of authority about any topic, and for both Thomas, and just about everyone else, it made it very hard to question the correctness of anything Donnie ever said about anything. The fact that Donnie had two Ph.D.'s in the biological sciences added a ton of credibility. It was a classic case of authority bias, one of Donnie's favorite cognitive biases, and, one, he never failed to use to his advantage.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Fiction
Salton Sea
I watched my Pops milk his whiskey and wondered where his thoughts were. His rough fingertips gripping the bulbous glass were a sign he was still woodworking, he had to keep his hands busy or his mind would get to him. That’s what he told me anyway. I stared at the tulip shaped glass that held that he’d swig that pungent woodsy sting like a forbidden caramel. Those same old tulip glasses he’d let me drink milk out of on special nights or even just an evening movie at home when we felt fancy. He’d had one of those heavy wood box tv’s for most of my life and if there was a movie theater in my mind, that’s what every film played on.
By Josey Pickering3 years ago in Fiction
ENOWA
- Ah, those strawberries are divine - at that stage she was eating them by handfuls. -I think you are divine, Darling - he moved closer to her and looked up at the view in front of them. Fields and fields of wheat, as far as you could see, ripe and shimmering gold with the sunrise.
By Mia Cameron3 years ago in Fiction
