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A Melody of Lost Love
In a city that wore a cloak of muted twilight as Luna cast her silver glow upon cobblestone streets. The air was laced with a melancholic symphony, and the fragrance of roses lingered, reminiscent of a love that had bloomed and withered like petals in the wind.
Edara OtukPublished 6 months ago in FictionThe Road to Understanding
Clip… Clop… Clip… Clop… “Dad?” “Yes, Son.” “Who made those stone walls, and why are there so many?” “Our ancestors made the walls when they first came to the island.”
Mark GagnonPublished 6 months ago in FictionSunset
The sunset was peach and red and golden, shining over the desert around us. The sun glinting just barely over the horizon, casting golden rays through the windows of my car. A 1970 Chevrolet C10 Fleetside – it used to be a bright, golden red. A colour to rival the sunset. It was my Daddy’s favourite car, and my Mama’s favourite colour.
Aimee PerkinsPublished 6 months ago in FictionPlease don’t leave me alone
Ikra she was sitting in her favorite tree when the fire broke out and she gasped and rushed off to find her brothers and her neighbors to see if they were alive she saw her brothers and parents dead but heard her fathers family friends they were still alive she went to find her friend Lo’ak and she sighed sobbing trying to process what just happened. “Lo’ak! My brothers and parents are dead!” She cried out.
Daniella FarrasPublished 6 months ago in FictionRestoring the temple
When the collapsing waves were no more supplanting my ears, I dragged myself right into a resting placement and damaged the King's red seal. I unraveled the parchment paper, checked out the very first sentence concerning fellow guardians being hostages, and after that, collapsed it in my clenched fist.
- Top Story - November 2023
A Not So Romantic Christmas
Below is my entry into Real Poetic's Holiday Jamboree! Microfiction Challenge. Here is her link, if you'd like to join in.
Cathy holmesPublished 6 months ago in Fiction I have no power you can listen to me
In a quiet village nestled between hills and forests, there lived a young woman named Aria. Aria was an unassuming soul, often overlooked in the bustling rhythms of daily life. She carried a burden that was invisible to those around her—a feeling of powerlessness that echoed in the quiet corners of her heart.
Age is Not a Obstacle for Greater Success
In the heart of the bustling city of Harmonyville, there lived an extraordinary woman named Eleanor. At the age of 75, she was a living testament to the belief that age was not an obstacle for greater success. Eleanor was not your typical retiree; she was an unstoppable force of inspiration with a heart full of dreams.
Imagination is Everything: Unleashing Your Creative Potential
Once in a small town nestled between rolling hills and meandering streams, there lived a young girl named Maya. Maya was known for her vivid imagination, a treasure trove of creativity that seemed boundless. While others saw a simple meadow, Maya saw a mystical land where fairies danced in the moonlight.
Wedding Flowers
Two bouquets of dried flowers lay where they’d been tossed upon the coffee table, beside a pot of living plants. Begonias actually, stretching on skinny stems toward the southern window, where a cloudless Colorado blue sky promised leaf splitting sunlight later in the day.
Barbara SteinhauserPublished 6 months ago in FictionAll He Wanted for Christmas
Holiday Jamboree Challenge by Real Poetic The prompt: Write a microfiction story about a holiday party that went either terribly wrong or surprisingly well.
D. A. RatliffPublished 6 months ago in FictionThe Enchanted Redemption: From Scary Witch To Village Hero
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled deep in the enchanted forest, there lived a scary witch named Hazel. With her long, tangled hair, crooked nose, and a cackling laugh that sent shivers down everyone's spines, the villagers feared her. They believed she used her magic for evil and avoided her at all costs. Little did they know that Hazel had a heart full of kindness and a desire to help others.
Harrison EvansPublished 6 months ago in Fiction