Fantasy
How to Survive an Alien Abduction
1. Introduction It is no secret that the river is not as safe as it used to be. The threats that have risen against us have multiplied on a massive scale. I’m not talking about bears, eagles, or even one another, I’m talking about a far more formidable foe. Many have said that they are just a myth or a scary bedtime story for your fingerlings, but the truth is, they’re out there lying in wait for us. If they weren’t, we wouldn’t have seen so many disappearances as we have in this past season. Make no mistake, aliens are very real. That is why I’m here to tell you exactly what you need to do in the event of a close encounter.
By Levi Dickson10 months ago in Fiction
Apparition . Content Warning.
He stood propped in the doorway, hands in his pockets, a small smile on his lips, eyes flashing in the small light from her reading lamp. An encouraging nod, the open, friendly posture, it was all so perfectly him, right down to the black canvas jacket with a torn epaulette over his right shoulder.
By Alexander McEvoy10 months ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 29
The day of the battle had finally arrived. In full battle gear, Larkin and Villi flew in the lead of the army of merfaries. Pori, Bry and Cotton were still missing. It was an important day. They did not have time to search for them, especially since they knew that Pori refused to join them in the fight against the mutated fairies.
By Rowan Finley 10 months ago in Fiction
Saga of the Red King
A very long time ago, in a kingdom that you could see right now if you really tried, lived a king clad in every resplendent shade of red and gold one could imagine; his robes were of the finest fabric, and he appeared as if his attire glistened and effervesced with wonderful light whenever he stepped into the the warm, glowing light of the sun. He wore a crown of choice rubies, topaz, and gold, crafted from dwarves and cyclops of ages long before anyone can remember.
By Dominic Venditti10 months ago in Fiction
Preface and Epigraph
Preface This story blends fiction and non-fiction using actual memories shared by my son Toby and me. Before each chapter, you’ll find a memory from our lives; most of them true and written as accurately as I remember. The real memories are woven throughout the story and intertwined with the main narrative. Though this story dives into some heavy moments, Toby was never in danger of losing his life. Toby and I have been through hell and back; failed relationships, bad choices, betrayal, you name it. Our father-son bond has been tested time and time again. The epigraph is a story Toby wrote for his fourth-grade yearbook, which made front page. Years later, he realized that I am human, stating, “Dad, I remember when I used to look up to you like you were some sort of god.” That one sentence blindsided me in ways I never thought possible. No father is prepared for the moment his child sees him as human. When I began writing this, I was a full-time single father with very little help. I ran a remodeling and handyman business on my own while attending college for business management at forty. To top it off, I also worked part-time doing maintenance and housekeeping at a motel. Saying I was stressed barely scratches the surface. I started by writing down memories I shared with Toby as a coping mechanism. Christina found some of those memories and suggested I try shaping them into a story. The more I wrote, the more therapeutic it got. Two main characters you’ll meet, Christina and Jack, are no longer part of our lives. Christina, my ex, was with me at the start of this book and remains part of the story to maintain authenticity. Jack, my brother from another mother, passed away many years ago and is still missed. Using his name is my way of honoring him. Using real people in the fictional portions keeps me grounded and helps the story stay as real as possible, at least for myself. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed living the moments that made it worth writing.
By Anton Mathias Heft 10 months ago in Fiction
♡ Me and My Identity ♡
♡ Me and My Identity ♡ ■ Episode 4 ✍ By: Abdul-Ilah Abdul-Qader Al-Junaid Abu Zaid, a kind man in his fifties who had lost his sight due to the hardships of past conflicts, was accustomed to going out with his son Zaid to buy groceries from the market and then returning home. However, Zaid was now with his classmates at the summer center on its first day. Despite this, Abu Zaid insisted on going out as usual, but this time alone, driven by a desire to check on any neighborhood children who might have been late joining the center.
By ZAIDALGONAID10 months ago in Fiction
We Need To Talk About the Spare Room. Runner-Up in Mismatch Challenge.
George couldn’t remember coming downstairs, but now he was standing in the kitchen doorway, watching his wife, Vera, prepare some kind of stew. He had something important to tell her about the spare room. It took a few moments for him to piece everything together in his head, and after he did, he thought he must have it wrong because it sounded too far-fetched.
By Matthew Batham10 months ago in Fiction
