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Alison Greenway and the Slippery Puppy.
Once upon a time there was a stupid girl called Alison Greenway. She was on the way to see her Kate Gloop, when she decided to take a short cut through Slipperyham Park.
By darryl brown4 years ago in Fiction
Open Mind: Chapter Seventeen
“That is incredible progress, Skylar. I hope that you are aware of that.” I could hear the droning of Dr. Lau’s clinical praise buzzing through the fog of my mind. In the days since Adrianna’s near-death experience, nothing was in focus. Every sight, sound, and sensation felt dulled and distant, as if some part of my body and mind were experiencing some portion of them in the next room.
By ZCH4 years ago in Fiction
The Rain
Before they departed for the funeral it rained, heavy drops lashing the rocky drive along the edges of the parked cars even as the sun shone eerily in the distance. The rain stopped a few minutes later as quickly as it began, the water that a moment earlier ran down Young Street toward the railroad trestle abruptly rising in curling waves of steam.
By John Cox4 years ago in Fiction
Plywood Boat
“It was just an old plywood boat......” It's a line from a popular country song, When Daddy Let Me Drive, by Alan Jackson. More importantly, it can be the beginnings of a little boy's dreams!
By Doug Griffin4 years ago in Fiction
Grandpa Ulysses' Journal
I can count on my right hand the times I witnessed my father shed tears. He remains solemn, stoic, perpetually heroic as he was in my early years. Humble by nature, easily calm, some people said he never raised his palm. A call came last June, a little past noon, one which often comes too soon. My grandfather Ulysses, for all his might, finally decided to end the fight. Cancer's not the answer, nor is it addiction, he died after his final mission.
By Aaron Toston5 years ago in Fiction
Freedom Lost-Never!
Alexander stood by the window and watched the exploding bombs in the distance. The bright orange and white flashes of light briefly turned the night sky into day. Darkness reestablished its dominance except for where the bombs had exploded. In those areas, the glow of freshly ignited fires illuminated the neighborhoods under siege. He refocused his attention on where his wife was offering solace to their two small children. They were exhausted, but sleep refused to come. He left the window and cuddled with his family.
By Mark Gagnon5 years ago in Fiction
The Living Dead
The Living Dead Thirty-Five (35) is such an odd age if you ask me, in 15 years, you will be 50 but 15 years ago, you were 20. I believe that a great number of people do not realize the amount of life changing events that can occur in a year. The problem is where I start; well let us start March 30, 2020. From that date until today, it seems as if I have had nothing but a mass ball of confusion heartache and pain. There is an old song lyric, my good days outweigh my bad days; so I will not complain. I do not think that is the case. What you will see if a tangled web of events that seem like they are not connected but once the rug is pulled you will see that they are truly connected and have everything to do with each other. So I guess it is story time.
By CJ Byrd5 years ago in Fiction
Holland Lake
The atmsophere was thick with anticipation. It smelled like a tidal wave had hit the ferris wheel. C&D were watching television by the lamp light. A came in and bombarded them with messages too fast for their minds to comprehend at the same time. But that was all good. The radio told them what to do. And the dance was impossible to follow or enjoy. He did not do it D replied out of the blue. Don't know what that was all about? It felt good in the shade while the wafts of clean laundry filled the air. Up and down, fast and slow. Their hearts beat rapidly when he walked into the room. They were amazed at how cool A was. And he finally was able to drink his Dr. Pepper like he wanted to. In the mean time the other options were to dance across the room or split the atoms apart in the ultimate chaos.
By Alex Jennett5 years ago in Fiction
Comrades !!!
I was remaining solitary at the transport stand going to Colaba. Before the Worli ocean face, the ocean of Bombay was cleaning up, sitting tight for the morning to completely sprout. The ocean pakhi was going all over with the waves, moaning on his chest. On the far-spread ocean, where Matiala was noticeable, a few boats remaining there resembled pictures. All of a sudden the breeze, which was playing with the morning, came in my ear and said, 'The transport going to Colaba is coming sss.'
By Prince Singh5 years ago in Fiction
Love quotes for him
Love quotes for him A mistake Once some students were doing some experiments in a chemistry lab. All the students were so busy with their exams that suddenly a bright bubble came up from a boy's test tube and his scars went in front of the eyes of the girl doing the test. The whole laboratory was abuzz. Everyone was very upset. The girl was rushed to a hospital where doctors said she had lost her eyesight. Upon hearing this, the family members of the girl started cursing the boy and the people of the school kicked the boy out of the school. Now no colour was the main thing in the life of that girl. Even family members cursed the boy for ruining their daughter's life.
By Selly Nath5 years ago in Fiction
Stains on the Ceiling
TW: mention of domestic abuse and drug use He shifts in his seat. He clutches an old briefcase in one hand and dangles a lit cigarette from the other.
By Emily N Anderson5 years ago in Fiction
Love never ends.
He left alone Those were my golden days. I was getting all the happiness of life. Because I loved a girl and she loved me 100 times more. Our days were passing as if a golden dream was coming true. It was the most beautiful thing of my life. We spend every moment together. His name was Payal. We both used to quarrel a lot and I did it on purpose because it was so nice to celebrate him. When he bowed his head and said sorry, I would laugh at the innocence of his face. He hurriedly hugged her.
By Selly Nath5 years ago in Fiction