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"The Midnight Carnival"
In a small town shrouded in mystery, nestled deep within a forest, a peculiar event unfolded only once a year—the Midnight Carnival. From dusk till dawn, the carnival came alive, enchanting all who dared to enter with its captivating sights and thrilling wonders. But this was no ordinary carnival; it was a portal to a world beyond imagination.
By Masonwabe Nyanga3 years ago in Fiction
Bloodline
Sunlight peered through the windows and highlighted the trail of blood, leading to my weary form that was crouched on the floor.
By Sabrina Dahl3 years ago in Fiction
The Moment
The first time I collapsed after the crushing hit on the gridiron, and the accompanying disgusted look from my father, I’ve never forgotten. Similarly, I’ve never forgotten the moment I finally shut my loud mouth and actually listened.
By Desmond James3 years ago in Fiction
The Autistic Mind
In a quiet room, a 4-year-old with autism finds comfort in his world of vibrant colors and patterns. With extreme concentration, he arranges puzzle pieces, creating intricate mosaics that amazes all who watch him. Unbeknownst to them, his creations hold a hidden power, transcending ordinary art. Each mosaic radiates a supernatural energy, healing those who connect only with its beauty. In his silent capability, the young artist exhibits a gift that bridges the gap between his unique mind and the hearts of others.
By Hummingbird3 years ago in Fiction
Total Eclipse of The Sun
"And if you go before I, how will I find you?" An older man asks. His wife's reply was anything but simple. "If I shall go before you, I will light your path. If you follow that path you will find me." The old man replies, "And if it's years later?" she says "I will continue to light your path until you are ready." The old man sat on his porch facing the east every morning and the west every evening. Then, one day he got up. His daughter asked, "Where are you going dad?" he replied, "To the moon."
By Steffany Pope3 years ago in Fiction
Perhaps Love
“Perhaps, love will lead her back,” Annie comforted. “Somehow, she always finds her way back home.” Margie’s sad eyes stared out the window, nodding she said, “It’s been three sad years for the children.”
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
July
The tie-dye sunset darkened to bejeweled black velvet, and still the little girl sat on the top step. Her cutoff shorts tickled the backs of her legs with stray threads, and she yanked them off with dirty fingers, waiting.
By Emily Finhill3 years ago in Fiction
Gone But Still Here
“You celebrate Mother’s Day as if your mom is still present in your life,” Jenny said to Emily while enjoying lunch at their favorite restaurant.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
“Please Find My Mommy!”
”Hello, is this Lost-in-Found?” a little boy’s voice asked. “Yes, it is. What did you lose, sweetie?” “My mommy.” “When?”
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction
Why We're Here
With each blink things seemed to adjust around them, ever so slightly. “Is that… normal?” he asked, addressing the woman next to him by gently squeezing her hand.
By Edoardo Segato-Figueroa3 years ago in Fiction
Deserved
Whack! I am guilty, worthless. The cane came down across my seven-year-old ribs, pain ripping through me. I'd given Nanny a cold. I didn't mean to! Mum said I shouldn't hug her, but Nanny said she didn't care. Nanny hugs were the only ones I got. So, yes, I did deserve it, the punches and the kicks. The beating from the bamboo cane. The insults and the pain. Worthlessness again.
By Ruth Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
Faith ~ What Is in A Rose
She gave all she had, until... Orphaned victim of childhood rape, Jennifer always remembered her faith. She created a successful nonprofit organization to help orphaned children. One night, Jennifer was brutally attacked. Completely shattered, Jennifer could only think of church. She pleaded to Jesus "Lord, prove that I follow a faith that is true!" A white rose fell into her hands. Then a tear drop fell from the face of Jesus. When his tear hit the white rose, the rose turned red. A closer look inside what looked white petals, were communal offerings of the "Body of Christ."
By Steffany Pope3 years ago in Fiction