Fantasy
"Call of Death"
It was a dark and stormy night in the quiet town of Willow Creek. The only sounds that could be heard were the howling winds and the rain hitting the windows of the old hospital. The hospital was known for its history of strange occurrences, with rumors of ghostly sightings and eerie noises that echoed through the halls at night. But, no one really took them seriously, until now.
By Zakir Bhai!!!!4 years ago in Fiction
A ghost who died in a building collapse finds peace with the help of a construction worker who can understand her experience
Sometime in the distant past, there was a lovely phantom who tormented the site of a structure breakdown. The phantom was a young lady who had passed on in the misfortune and experienced never tracked down harmony in the hereafter. She meandered the site constantly, her soul tortured by the recollections of her last minutes.
By Subash Sugumar4 years ago in Fiction
A ghost who died in a storm finds solace in a weather forecaster who can understand her story
In a little coastline town, a climate forecaster named Sarah lived, driven by an interest for unraveling the secrets of the skies and the oceans. Consistently, she devoted herself to concentrating on weather conditions and information, consistently in quest for a superior comprehension of the normal powers that encompassed her.
By Subash Sugumar4 years ago in Fiction
A ghost who died in a car crash finds comfort in a mechanic who can understand her experience
In a modest community settled in the open country, there was a repairman named Jack who had gained notoriety for fixing anything with wheels. He was a single man, who had never been enamored, and who lived exclusively for his work.
By Subash Sugumar4 years ago in Fiction
Sealing Wax and Other Fancy Stuff
Glittery balls of tin foil stacked to the rocky ceiling tumbling down in a shower of shine when the ocean gypsy pushes the waves, filling the cave. Frothy tendrils reaching into the darkness, pulling her collection out to sea. Even swiftly moving scales and monstrous tail cannot retrieve them all. Some are lost, adrift on the pale, moonlit bay, bobbing in the surf. Memories floating away. Perhaps it's better that way.
By Tina D'Angelo4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
Hey there friends! Franki here. I guess this go round, the responsibility of enthralling the masses falls on me. No pressure. Ha! No really, I plan to fully enjoy myself telling a story,so if you’re not entertained, and I say this with love, that’s on you.
By Haleigh Overseth4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
Franki was absolutely spot on about the Orion Portal spa. Not only did I get excellent rest and relief from my would be hangover, but I also woke up to find I’d received several other additional services. A mani/pedi cosmic style, nails on the fingers and toes matching in a lovely blue chrome with metallic glitter that seemed to swirl and move. A fresh haircut, not wildly different than what I came in with, but nicely trimmed, and with complimentary styling product that smelled absolutely divine. And unless I was much mistaken, my left collar bone, which in youth I had broken and without medical attention had healed with a bit of a notch in the middle, was now entirely notchless, as if I had never broken it at all. Considering this spa also followed the non-currency structure of many of the other establishments at the Orion Portal, that was one hell of a free spa treatment.
By Haleigh Overseth4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
I can’t say with any amount of certainty what Paris, France is like in my own dimensional version of Earth. I have never been. But Paris in my dear friend Fabian’s dimension is quite a fine place to enjoy an evening of food, drink, consciousness enhancing substances and the sort of free love merriment folks in my reality would reserve for Woodstock.
By Haleigh Overseth4 years ago in Fiction
