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Surrounded by Love
It had been weeks now since they had split and Milly was feeling the pain of it still. She had felt like this was it: The One. She had allowed her imagination to drift into shared space, weddings, family dinners. She had finally thought that she was part of a collective: Milly and Mark. The alliteration even had a nice feel, like they belonged together.
Rachel DeemingPublished 2 months ago in Fiction The Mother Buffer
"Mum, can I stay in town after school? Me and my mates are going to play football on the field for a bit." Jo thought about this. They were going away the next day which meant that she had packing to do and she really ought to make sure that all of the washing was done. Dinner, of course, needed to be cooked and then the washing up and the loading of the dishwasher. They had run out of milk so she had get that. She could really do with going home and getting on with things. She would leave work for school pick up and then it wouldn't be worth her going home because by the time she'd got home, she'd need to leave again. She'd be best to just hang around town and kill some time. Time that she didn't have. She supposed at least she would be able to get the milk from the supermarket on the main street. If she remembered. It might be nice to have a moment to herself although as she was thinking it, she knew that she would rather have that moment after everything that needed to be done was done. It would just be delaying the inevitable hurried rushing that awaited her.
Rachel DeemingPublished 2 months ago in Fictiondeath at my hands will be a mercy
Grimelda had lost many people in her life, but never a daughter. Humans might have said Malia’s grave was beautiful, her big tombstone at the head of it, smoothed over with fresh mud and colorful flower petals. To Grimelda, it was repulsive. But she knew that a human gravesite, crawling with bugs and rotting with flesh, was where Malia would’ve wished to be. This was where she chose to live, Grimelda reminded herself constantly, long fingers twitching. This was where she was happiest.
angela hepworthPublished 2 months ago in FictionThe Weaver's Redemption
In the bustling streets of a vibrant frontier town nestled within the rugged landscape of the American West, there lived a young weaver named Joseph. With nimble fingers and a heart filled with dreams, he crafted intricate tapestries that shimmered with the colors of the prairie sky. But beneath his artisan hands, there lay a tale woven with threads of longing and loss.
Exploring the Enigmatic Realm of Dark Matter
Dear readers, greetings, and may peace and blessings be upon you. Welcome to a thought-provoking exploration into the depths of dark matter .
iadh gdoudaPublished 2 months ago in FictionEchoes of the Baltimore Bridge
In the heart of Baltimore, where the city pulses with life, there stands a bridge. It's not just any bridge; it's a silent witness to the ebbs and flows of human emotions, carrying the weight of countless stories within its iron veins. This bridge, spanning the Patapsco River, has seen laughter and tears, love and heartbreak, hope and despair. But amongst the myriad tales it holds, there is one that echoes with a poignant resonance.
Pavan KumarPublished 2 months ago in FictionHomesick story
In a small town nestled between rolling hills and whispering pine trees, lives a young woman named Kezia. She has left her hometown to pursue her dreams in the bustling city, but as time passes, she finds herself longing for the familiar comforts of home.
nothing was the same
Like clockwork, Justin Haylock wakes up at five a.m. every morning with a burning sensation in his throat and a twisted feeling in his stomach.
angela hepworthPublished 2 months ago in FictionBloodline's Burden
In the heart of a realm shrouded in mist and mystery, there existed a bloodline cursed by an ancient pact made in desperation. The Sablethorne family had long borne the weight of this curse, their lineage plagued by misfortune and sorrow. Generations had passed since the curse's inception, and yet, its tendrils continued to weave through the lives of the descendants.
M.Kamran ShaukatPublished 2 months ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Has he ever loved me?
His abuse was unbearable! He walked in unbalanced, yelling at me as if I had wronged him. The truth is that my husband had been drinking that day. I began shivering. I knew he was going to punch me all over my body. I began praying in my heart, asking God to calm him down. But my prayer seemed to only exacerbate my marriage's problems.
Gloria PenelopePublished 2 months ago in Fiction - Content Warning
Trees Don't Lie
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX The old woman and her son had dreamed almost the same dream. Their dreams had disturbed them greatly, so they shared their individual encounters, their night visions, with care and trepidation to one another. Neither one really wanted to sound the thoughts that their brains were somehow trying to bury. Those thoughts demanded to be heard and seen, just the same though. There had to be some relief from the horror of what they had witnessed in that state of sleep consciousness. Maybe by exposing them they could take the heaviness off their shoulders?
Shirley BelkPublished 2 months ago in Fiction - Content Warning
Fear
Pierce Starlight was fourteen years old when he decided he was going to take his father down. He can recall the entire experience as clear as day. He still remembers the way the bastard had come to his room and leaned on the doorframe, telling him if Pierce wants any food for the rest of the night it’s now or never, because he’s working on a new book and the kitchen is the quietest place for him to do his writing, and—of course—he absolutely won’t be disturbed.
angela hepworthPublished 2 months ago in Fiction