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A Master's Reputation
Alden died during a cold winter morning. Far away from society. At his small cabin in the woods. In his favorite chair. Tucked into his desk and focused on unraveling yet another captivating story onto paper.
Hyde WunderliPublished 5 months ago in FictionThe Day Paradise Shattered
Society has a way of alienating those it should hold close. If someone is different, they are pushed to their breaking point.
Elysium's Echo
Title: "Elysium's Echo: Chronicles of the Quantum Symphony" In the pulsating heart of Elysium, where skyscrapers kissed the heavens and the neon-lit streets hummed with energy, Dr. Eleanor Vega stood on the precipice of scientific marvel. Her creation, the Elysian Cognitive Harmonic Operator, or ECHO, was not just a leap in artificial intelligence; it was a quantum marvel that promised to redefine the very essence of humanity's relationship with the digital realm.
A Missing Piece
Rattle, rattle, rattle. “Ouch” “Hey” “Stop it” “Quit pushing.” “Get on your side.” “Whose on my knob?” “You’re breaking my outie.”
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 5 months ago in FictionDoggie Dress-Up
They put the alpha hooman’s glasses on me…again. Sigh. What does a dog have to do to get a little respect out of here? First, it was the cloth with the skulls and bones on my head. Then it was the…what did they call it?…shirt all over my body. Then the “Christmas bow”—at least that one is only once a year.
Stephanie HoogstadPublished 5 months ago in FictionDeep In The Wooden Chest
It’s been almost a year now since Alex picked me up. I highly doubt she remembers where she put me. I’ve been tucked away inside her journal for safe keeping. It and I keep Alex’s secrets. Only now I’m somewhere they can never be told. I was her muse. We were supposed to add beauty into this world, instead, somehow, the darkness swallowed me up too. I know she still loves me because I was not placed carelessly about but safely inside her hand-crafted wooden chest… I’m buried at the bottom; underneath a pair of ripped jeans hardly worth saving let alone wearing and some old concert tickets almost completely faded. Some days I’m confident Alex will remember where she left me. I see a glimpse of light thru a hole of the jeans. I think, “She’ll pull me out for sure”. Nope, she’s just grabbing a sweater, nope she’s just grabbing a favorite tee. Today is not the day she wants her muse back. One day just not today. I lay there tucked away in her journal. I lie with all her hopes and dreams. The stories that have no ending. I lie quietly waiting for the chance to show the world how perfectly wonderful her words truly are…
At the Altar
It was probably for the best I had trailed behind the lectern, where he dared not cross. Disgruntled as he was, a decade of catholic school dies hard. Even if you’re only there because the public schools suck. Even if you’re only there because the tuition isn’t too high and the entrance exam is, really, pretty easy. Even if you caught your dad rolling his eyes during the family welcome mass and saw your mom kick him playfully under the pew and suppress a smile. It was probably for the best he had taken one or two or five of me before he dropped to his knees and I tumbled to the ground. It made me a little harder to find. A little harder to pick apart: to crush up and devour. A little harder for me to see.
Gus the Bus
This story was inspired by Lucas Marcus, Facebook group: The Writer's Forum. Lucas posted the picture asking, "If this bus was a character in your book. What name would you her or him?" I saved the picture, because I liked it and wanted to see what I could do with it. Thus, Gus the Bus was born.
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in FictionRonald James | Part One
Boston, MA I would like to start off by telling you the story of Ronald James. It is a true story, so I apologize beforehand for the brutality you are about to hear. Yet among the gruesomeness, there is an intensive balancing act of beauty and passion. The story of Ronald James is a wondrous tale about the treacherous journey every heart must take to discover one's own inner peace and purpose, while simultaneously learning to understand how to properly love themself.
An epic friendship tale..
In the heart of a lush, secret forest, an unlikely friendship blossomed between two extraordinary creatures. Towering trees and thick underbrush concealed the dwelling place of Koko, a wise tortoise with a resilient shell, and Kiki, a spirited rabbit who reveled in exploring the wonders of nature. Despite their physical disparities and distinct characteristics, their bond evolved into an inseparable connection.
ER AnggaraPublished 5 months ago in FictionA Day at the Beach
L.C. Schäfer proposed the idea that she would write a story every day for 2024 and invited other Vocalists/Vocalites along for the ride. And so, here I still am. Day 2 of Week Three.
Rachel DeemingPublished 5 months ago in Fiction"Unveiling Eldridge's Secrets: The Whispers in the Woods Chronicles!"
Whispers in the Woods The small town of Eldridge was known for its serene beauty, nestled between ancient woods that whispered secrets of centuries past. Among the towering trees, a hidden path meandered into the heart of the forest. Locals spoke of an enigmatic phenomenon—the "Whispers in the Woods." Some claimed it was the wind playing tricks, while others believed it to be the murmurs of long-forgotten spirits.
jude odekePublished 5 months ago in Fiction