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Swallowing The Moment
Raven storms into her one bedroom studio, throwing off her jacket and kicking off her shoes. The place reeks of overflowing trash cans, dirty dishes, and re-worn laundry. She quickly grabs her last bottle of cheap vodka and begins to gulp down what’s left as she waits for her weed man to bring her what she most desperately needs this night. Every gulp designed to drown her emotions and every puff intended to cloud her mind. She lives in the city of dreams yet can’t grasp a vision of her own.
By Olivia Villafane4 years ago in Fiction
Toy Soldiers
Toy soldiers. Don’t you just love them. When I was eight, I inherited an army. It was from our neighbour, Mrs Henson. She had been doing a clean out of her son Matthew’s room; he’d ran off to play soldier of sorts himself, and at only eighteen ended up paying the ultimate price; not so much as a ribbon or draped flag to show for it.
By S E McCarthy4 years ago in Fiction
Brings Me Back
Memory is an imperfect thing. We are reminded of this all the time. On news reports, in movies and books, even when we wonder why our earrings don’t match after we most certainly put a matching pair on in the morning. I have worn rose colored glasses for many important events in my life. Sometimes I prefer it this way. There are times when you have to dig a little deeper, even if it is a scary thing to do. I have a core belief that people are essentially good, and that each of us can rely upon this inner goodness as a guide, one which will not lead us astray. We can trust the paths life offers us and we can trust ourselves to chart new courses, away from what we know.
By Jonna Rachele Garvin4 years ago in Fiction
The road out
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but they had come again sliding in through worm holes to darken the skies. Prince Patrick had gathered the Council to see what could be done. He had fallen ill this past year to the The Amauart sickness, the same sickness that had unfortunately almost taken the Queen, his mother. People across the Valley were suffering from it, but in particular, the royal family had been hit hard.
By Zelda Foxx4 years ago in Fiction
'Did I make you proud?'
Dear dad... er mom? I guess you would rather be called mom than dad? But uncle Dev told me that a name, or title was power, the more names that someone has, the easier it is for them to be grounded in reality... Dad you're stupidly strong you know, like the gods we learn about. It isn't because you were polymorphed or anything, it's just you are dad. You’re my dad, I might be the only one who can ever call you that, but I’ll always call you dad.
By Crystal Ayers4 years ago in Fiction
Coming Clean
Dear Momma, There has been a secret that I have been keeping from you. Something that has been weighing on me for some time. About 2 years ago I was sucked through a portal. That portal led to a world filled with magic, dragons, elves, and many other kinds of creatures and people. This world had humans like ours but their technology was hundreds of years behind ours. However, with the help of their magic, they can accomplish the same things we can. While there, I met many different kinds of people. Such as people that were half human and half animal (beast people), elves, dragons, dwarfs, and even fairies, small creatures who guarded the Great Forest.
By Cristian Grover4 years ago in Fiction
The window
There was a window that sat in the dining room. The window seat was topped with a cushion colored off white and covered in falling pastel flowers. Books were splayed across the window cushion and pillows and blankets were kept in the corner of the seat. The girl sat on the cushion but she was not yet heavy enough to depress it with her weight. She was just three years old. She knelt on the seat and rested on her heels, with her hands and forehead pressed against the windowpane. Her dress cascaded down past her knees and onto the window seat. The tulle underneath her dress was itchy but the girl remained unmoved by it.
By Arden James4 years ago in Fiction
