Fantasy
Sting of Betrayal
There is a community center of where he fine citizens of Kitsap County gather to enjoy the prosperity of life. It is in this community center were the best of mens' hearts bear fruit, The locals came together to build this but they didn’t stop there. They continue to give their time so the children, and the community itself, continue to thrive.
By Andrew Perry2 years ago in Fiction
Ansel and Greta
In a densely populated neighborhood in America, there lived a man with his wife and two children. His children were enthusiastic creators and builders, and they filled his small home to the point of bursting with all their projects, gadgets, and other brainchildren. The man, having a meager income, could not afford a larger space for the children to spawn their fantasies.
By A. S. Lawrence2 years ago in Fiction
Swiftwood Forest. Content Warning.
The rich, orange con man told the people he would take care of them. He told them they should be angry at the very people they needed the most. Anything to deflect attention away from his desire to steal from them and give to the rich.
By Terri Kalloch2 years ago in Fiction
Departed Garments. Runner-Up in Legends Rewritten Challenge. Content Warning.
Trapped within the confines of the bedraggled dry cleaners on Mourner’s Alley, Molly peered through the perpetually fogged window at the blurry sun. She worked diligently on the pale green dress before her, needing it clean and pristine before its recipient arrived.
By Steph Marie2 years ago in Fiction
Christopher
I didn’t belong in that community, or perhaps the world itself. Growing up in Echo Park wasn’t bad. There was a bookshop I thoroughly enjoyed where all sorts of wonderful stories were available in tattered, vintage paperbacks. I loved this bookshop; I didn’t love how people would simply go there to socialize or work on their next big Hollywood screenplay.
By Andrew Dominguez2 years ago in Fiction
Hedone
You may know the tale of Psyche and Eros where it truly was like a tale as old as time. Of how the son of the beautiful goddess Aphrodite fell in love with a mortal woman, who would eventually become a goddess herself. But you don’t know the tale of their daughter Hedone, and which seemed only natural being the offspring of love and soul would become the Goddess of pleasure!
By Joanna Blaze2 years ago in Fiction
Homecoming
✍️ Author’s Foreword: 💫✨ 🧡🦢🦢🦢🧡 ✨💫 © February5 th , 2025 Madhu Goteti ✍️ One thing stands firm .. whether this writing is to be deciphered as —nearly there nor rearly viewed —or still better, reaching close to extinction .. yet …truth to fact, its ingenuity cannot be denied 🙅♀️😜🤓
By Madhu Goteti 2 years ago in Fiction
Poor Unfortunate Soul
“Flounder, have you ever wondered what the sea would look like if those creatures didn’t throw all their garbage in it?” “That would never happen. I mean look around. We spend all day collecting their garbage and bringing it here to try and make the waters clear again. At this point someone might think we’re Sebatian. And we still haven’t scratched the surface. I miss when the waters were blue.”
By Jennifer David2 years ago in Fiction
The Lady of the Lake. Honorable Mention in Legends Rewritten Challenge.
I am made of water. I am not the Lady of the Lake. There is no separation there, no division of type. I am the Lake. I am water. I can take human form but only because I choose to. Then, my presence is discernible for the creature who stands before me to know me on their own terms of reference.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
