Fantasy
Now and Then: The Time between the Lightning and the Thunder
WEDNESDAY, June 21, Wotan's Day, Odin's Day It all started with a dream Wednesday morning, or maybe it started earlier and things were already in motion. There was a storm, but I don't think that's what woke me up. I saw sheet lightning, but heard no thunder, so how could that have woken me up? I think it was that dream. I looked at the clock: 6:21. Odd that the time matched the date, June 21... but just a coincidence. I turned on the bed lamp and reached for my notebook. The dream, if shocking, was crystal clear in its details, but the connection to the present and the import were not at all evident. I wrote rapidly, sensing that already precious details were fading. Probably the dream had not taken more than a couple of minutes, but the sensations and memories were lengthy. And what an ending, what a way to wake up--I was a pre-historic man and my enemies broke my bones and drowned me in a bog! Was that even a thing? And wait, one enemy was, yes, my brother in that lifetime and two other men... think... think... yes brothers of my fiancee, or what passed for that in prehistoric England... yes in the time of Stonehenge. In my present life I have no brothers or brothers-in-law. Maybe that's for the best!
By Paul A. Merkley3 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Grove
Once, in a forgotten corner of the world, nestled between towering mountains and dense forests, there existed a mystical village known as Havenbrook. Legends spoke of a hidden grove within its boundaries, a place where whispers of magic danced in the air. The villagers regarded it with both fascination and caution, for the grove was said to hold the power to grant wishes.
By Ahad Mughal3 years ago in Fiction
Detective Story: The Case of the Missing Heirloom
As a private detective, I had seen my fair share of cases. But when 28-year-old Arjun approached me with his case, I knew it was going to be a challenging one. Arjun was a successful businessman, but he was also the heir to a priceless family heirloom - a ruby necklace that had been passed down for generations. The necklace had been stolen from his home, and Arjun was desperate to get it back.
By Harish_Multiverse3 years ago in Fiction
The Dancing Baobab.
In the heart of a quaint village nestled amidst the vast and breathtaking African plains, there stood an extraordinary baobab tree. This majestic giant, with its immense trunk adorned by intricate carvings and bearing the weathered marks of time, stood as a sentinel of wisdom and resilience a testament to the enduring spirit of generations of villagers. Revered as the Great Baobab, it held a profound significance, embodying the essence of a bygone era.
By Kelvin M-Gray3 years ago in Fiction
From Helplessness to Hope
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled amidst rolling hills, there lived a young orphan named Maya. From an early age, Maya knew the bitter taste of helplessness. With no family to call her own, she was left to navigate the world alone, her heart burdened with loneliness and uncertainty.
By FELIX Olikagu3 years ago in Fiction
The Sacred Cry for Justice
In the depths of our souls, we carry a collective responsibility to protect the vulnerable, to champion justice, and to honor the sanctity of life. Today, let us shed light on a grave injustice that stains our world—the shedding of the blood of the innocent.
By FELIX Olikagu3 years ago in Fiction
The Unwavering Spirit
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled amidst lush green hills, there lived a young girl named Lily. She had dreams that soared higher than the clouds and a spirit that burned with an unyielding determination. But life had a way of testing her resolve, presenting obstacles at every turn.
By FELIX Olikagu3 years ago in Fiction
