Fantasy
Evangeline
18th of February 2023 OM SCIENCES BUILDING Dr. Evangeline Stone’s Lab 2:37am Evangeline stood before the device with her arms crossed and a smug look on her face. She’d done it. She’d actually done it. Obviously, she couldn’t know for sure, but all the calculations were perfect. She’d spent the last fifteen years buried in this project; it had to work this time. As she stepped back and admired the beauty of the time machine before her, the door opened and her assistant rushed in.
By Parti Pris4 years ago in Fiction
One Time, One Day: My Time Travel Story
There is a legend in my family, passed down through time. In the legend, members of my family are capable of traveling through time. There is one hitch in that legend, you can only do it once and for one day, at most. Thus, when members of the family reach a certain age they are informed of this ability, how to access it, and the very important rule about its use. One time, one day. That, naturally, sets the stage for how you want to use your one time and one day.
By Sean Patrick4 years ago in Fiction
The council of frogs
The Council of Frogs is a global organisation that serves as a governing body for frogs all over the world. The Council was established in response to years of fighting for frog independence particularly during the frog revolution that began in Ireland in 1834. The revolution was a significant event in frog history and it spread rapidly across the world resulting in over 500,000 frogs participating and over 12 million people being affected. The revolution ultimately led to the formation of the council of frogs which has since played a vital role in maintaining global peace and stability.
By Morse crumpet4 years ago in Fiction
Dancing with the Purple Clouds
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a secret that only a few knew, and they kept it well-guarded. The townspeople would retreat to their homes, and the streets would fall silent as the spectacle began. The clouds would appear from nowhere, gliding across the sky like a flock of birds. They were thick, fluffy and dark, so dark that they would blot out the stars, and the moon, leaving the sky in a state of total darkness.
By Melinda Pearson4 years ago in Fiction
The Coin (Three Wishes)
I want to scream. I want to shatter all of the glassware, jump over the marble bar top, and scream out my frustrations. But I volunteered to work tonight. And, I need the money. Besides, what’s the alternative? Hanging with acquaintances and ingesting copious amounts of liquor? Tempting, but depressing.
By Sarah Paris4 years ago in Fiction
Desert Spirits
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Mountains lurked in the far off distance. Large, free form cacti dotted the dry landscape, across flat lands of sand and rock. At the beginning, Angelica thought the figures she saw were cacti. They stood tall and human-like with bulky arms stretched out. But the longer she stared, she could see the spirits sway and twirl, with smoky arms waving above their heads in a strange dance. The moon was always full above the hazy clouds, and the twinkling stars were like cloaks of jewels adorning the dark spirits.
By Claire Ibarra4 years ago in Fiction
Crash
John had always been fascinated by history, but it wasn’t until he discovered time travel that he realized he could do more than just read about it. He had been moving back and forth through time for years, observing historical events and trying to make sense of them.
By Carla Paton4 years ago in Fiction
The Saturation of Souls. Top Story - March 2023.
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Shades as brilliant and bold as violet and plum mingled with precious pastels of lilac and lavender, spread thin across the heavens like gossamer silk. Veins of eggplant swirled in the shadows, while contrasting splashes of orchid beamed in the luminescent eye of the silvery moon.
By Kelly Robertson4 years ago in Fiction
Perfectly Natural
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Everyone in Minneapolis saw it on April 21, 2016. It would only rain purple for him on the day he died. Somehow every time someone hears 'Bohemian Rhapsody,' you know the words. It's six minutes long, has no discernable melody, no chorus, and yet I don't know a single person who doesn't like it. You go certain places and say, "You remind me of the babe," loud enough and people break into a full song and dance. Why Graceland & Neverland bring people to tears, for bad or good reasons, they have them, and those reasons are strong. We are not sure who the flash mob movement benefited, but it was a well-documented spike for someone or some thing. When some of the big ones teamed up with words, camera, voice, and charisma, you the collective effort, you think is just for money, but it's for something greater. But then again, you only think of one name when you hear, "There's no crying in baseball." The woman older than sliced bread who died three weeks before her one-hundredth birthday and we still wanted more of, that golden, first lady of television. Those were the big ones; the ones anyone could recognize, practically gods in their own rights. Those who would play to thousands at a time, entertain and endure for years, even though most of them were dead.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Fiction
