Fantasy
Memory Boxes
Sara sat down, surrounded by boxes of shiny wood, one ear connected, as usual, to Darrell's breathing, holding herself each time she stuttered - waiting, waiting for her next breath so she could breathe again. . He lay on the bed, curled up next to the baby.
By Puja sharma4 years ago in Fiction
Time Never Stop Love
April 15, 2012 It started with pens and pencils just appearing out of nowhere. The first time she noticed a pencil appear out of nowhere, Anne was going to take a shower. She was taking a towel out of the Linen closet and there was red pencil on the floor. Anne was thinking, how did it get there? She did not think anything of it and went straight to taking a shower.
By Mariann Carroll4 years ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
They rode for two days. Riding through the night and as far from Aaurn as the mountains could take them. Maleah did not miss a moment since they'd left. Basking in the horse-thrown winds and relishing in the crisp winter air. The exhilaration of feeling a large, breathing beast beat its hooves on the ground as it carried her towards a hopeful future. Even still, she could not ignore the undercurrent of fear the clutch to the edges of her sanity.
By Tiffanie Harvey4 years ago in Fiction
Firestarter
I followed the lights once, when I was a child. Lola had told me the stories, of course, but when do children really listen? The lights were there every night, up along the mountains, in solemn procession until sleep would claim me. Santelmo, people said they were called, and whenever I tried counting them, I would doze off before even making substantial progress.
By Marie Sinadjan4 years ago in Fiction
ORB: Chapter 1
A couple of days earlier….”Is there anything else that I can get you?” Says the overly stout woman holding a hot cup of coffee over the table. “No, that will be all.” Richard says while trying to cover up the files that he had brought home from his office. “I’m telling you Richard, I keep having strange dreams about these balls of light in the sky but I can’t seem to piece them all together.”It’s like the dream is a puzzle and I'm just trying to piece them together just to get an understanding of them.” I don’t know how, and I don’t know why.” I think these dreams may mean something.” “Well, what do you think they mean Amber?” Said Richard.”I think they somehow are in connection to the rumors that I have been hearing around town." "Well, I've got something that you might be interested in seeing." Richard said I'm a whisper. "Take a look at these!" He slided over a few files that he had walked in with. "I think there just may be something in these files that may have a connection to your dreams." "Okay great! I'll take a look at these when I get home."
By Lametria Marable 4 years ago in Fiction
Tale of the Prithvi | Part One
It is a story of a young boy named Prithvi who lived with his family, elder sister, and grandparents in New Delhi. Prithvi's dad and granddad were government servants in Northern Railways, which gave them an administration quarter. The boy was born on the 20th of April 1996. So, they were living a happy life.
By Dalip Singh4 years ago in Fiction
Gathering Glory
Destiny pushed him like a bus driver, up the main entrance to the Civic Center, past the entrance table where he found the lights and a loot bag and proceeded to his publisher's booth in the back corner. There it was: a fictional anthology, brightly colored but creeping to draw his attention. He picked up a copy to look at, saw his name on the cover, a third from the top, and felt an increase in satisfaction. His first sale as a writer.
By Ranju rana4 years ago in Fiction
