Fantasy
Hello, Doggie. Nice Doggie.
I breathed hard, the dead man at my feet. It took a moment, and the feel of the cool night air on my skin, to remember I was naked. How odd: I hadn't felt remorse when I bashed his head in, but my conscience pecked at me now, as I tugged his joggers off him and put them on, hopping about on the dewy grass.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
A Symphony of Colors
In the tranquil village of Elderton, where rolling hills met expansive fields, lived a blind boy named Sam. Despite the darkness that enveloped his world, Sam possessed a gift that illuminated his life in ways unseen by others. His other senses were exceptionally keen, and he had a remarkable ability to translate the melodies of nature into a vivid tapestry of imagination. Every morning, Sam would sit by the large window of his modest cottage, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face. To him, the sun was not just a distant star; it was a glowing sphere that embraced him with a gentle, radiant touch. The wind, too, was a source of endless fascination. It carried whispers from the distant hills and secrets from the nearby forest. The rustling leaves and the chirping birds became the notes of a grand symphony that played exclusively for Sam. Each sound was a stroke on the canvas of his mind. In Sam’s imagination, the world was a kaleidoscope of vivid colors and textures. The sky, he imagined, was an ever-changing mural, filled with swirling patterns of deep purples and bright pinks during sunset. The daytime sky was a brilliant expanse of azure, speckled with fluffy clouds that drifted lazily. He envisioned the grass underfoot as a lush carpet of emerald green, soft and welcoming to his touch, while the flowers were an array of dazzling hues—crimson reds, sunny yellows, and serene blues—that filled the air with their delicate perfumes. Sam’s dreams were not confined to the natural world. He imagined bustling markets in the village square, where the aroma of fresh bread and spices mingled with the lively chatter of vendors and townsfolk. The marketplace was a symphony of sounds and smells, each stall offering its own unique melody. He pictured the village houses as quaint cottages with thatched roofs, each one brimming with warmth and cheer. Despite his rich internal world, Sam was aware that others saw the world differently. His parents and the villagers often marveled at his descriptions of the world and were touched by his ability to find beauty in the unseen. One day, a renowned artist named Lydia visited Elderton, seeking inspiration for her next masterpiece. Hearing of Sam’s extraordinary imagination, she was intrigued and decided to meet him. Lydia arrived at Sam’s cottage, and after a warm introduction, she listened intently as Sam described his vision of the world. She was captivated by the way he described the interplay of colors and the harmony of sounds. Lydia asked if she could try to capture his vision on canvas. Sam, thrilled by the idea, eagerly agreed. For days, Lydia worked tirelessly, using Sam’s descriptions as her guide. She painted the swirling colors of the sunset sky, the verdant carpet of grass, and the vibrant tapestry of flowers. She captured the essence of the bustling marketplace and the warmth of the village houses, trying to translate Sam’s intricate auditory and tactile experiences into a visual form. When the painting was finally completed, Lydia invited the villagers to a special exhibition. As they entered the gallery and viewed the painting, they were mesmerized. The artwork was not just a depiction of the village but a representation of Sam’s rich, imaginative world. It was a beautiful blend of colors and forms that evoked a deep sense of wonder and emotion. The villagers marveled at how Lydia had brought Sam’s internal vision to life. They saw the village through Sam’s eyes, experiencing the world not just as a place of sights but as a symphony of sensory experiences. The painting became a testament to the power of imagination and the beauty of seeing the world through a different lens. Sam’s story and Lydia’s painting became a cherished part of Elderton’s history. The painting was displayed in the village hall, serving as a reminder that true beauty is not always visible but can be felt and experienced in countless ways. It celebrated the idea that the world’s splendor lies not only in what we see but in how we perceive and interpret it. Sam continued to live in Elderton, and his vibrant imagination remained a source of inspiration for everyone around him. His ability to transform the intangible into a vivid and beautiful vision showed that the essence of the world is not confined to sight alone. His story taught the villagers that sometimes, the most profound beauty is found in the heart and mind, where imagination knows no bounds.
By Young Dreamer2 years ago in Fiction
Dahlia
Hearth Manor was a sight to see. It was still within city limits, yet going up the drive gave me the feeling of entering an entirely different world. We'd turned off a street buzzing with neon lights onto a cobblestone road, flanked on each side with dense forest. Then we'd driven another fifteen minutes before the manor came into view, rising out of the trees like the setting of some old horror flick.
By Taylor Mead2 years ago in Fiction
Start of the Hiatus
Officer Drew Account. The Whiskey Hotel was fine. A sentiment attached to every statement of the few surviving concert-goers the night of October 10th, the day of the C.P. Holly Concert Hall disaster. If the band were the only ones saying it, it wouldn’t rub Me wrong in the slightest. A four hundred-seat venue un-packed of its floor seating for the standing sort of crowd to stretch the limit of the maximum occupancy for a return to their roots. The firefighters weren't the only ones disturbed, but their battle went from ragefully unkillable to smoldering reminisces of a once proud city staple. A cause felt impossible to determine and somehow stumped a twelve-year veteran fire chief who joined the investigation personally. Tickets were sold by the row despite that not mattering, according to the witnesses I picked up with front row stubs. Claims of where the fire originated were extremely egregious as I found some starry-eyed grievers and asked a few folks from the nose bleeds. They called the experience a bonding enlightenment akin to Burning Man, and it sent shivers down the spine, ending at the mass grave of over a hundred sixty people. Chief Grimm and I started with……..
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Fiction
WHISPERS OF A FADED HEART
WHISPERS OF A FADED HEART Chapter one First love I was never a believer in love. To me, it was nothing more than a whimsical notion, a figment of our desires that existed solely within the pages of books and the illusion on screens. My innocence was so profound that I once thought kissing in movies was some kind of trick-computer-generated, for surely lips couldn’t meet when the nose stood as an obstacle. Yes, I was that naïve. But my perception was destined to change.
By Rahim Jalloh2 years ago in Fiction
Jordan's Secret Crush
In the magical kingdom of Sunshine Valley, where butterflies danced in shimmering meadows and wildflowers bloomed in every color of the rainbow, three best friends, Jordan, Max, and Madi, were about to embark on an adventure of a lifetime. Jordan, with his messy brown hair and bright blue eyes, was a kind and brave soul, but a bit shy around his friends. Max, with his short blonde hair and sparkling green eyes, loved playing sports and exploring the outdoors. Madi, with her long curly brown hair and warm brown eyes, was a genius inventor, always ready with her clever ideas.
By adra affiliate2 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Dragon Keys
The dismal fog hung thick and low over the frozen coastline, a suffocating blanket that muffled all sound. The jagged cliffs loomed overheard, as the beam of Black Tower Lighthouse swept by. The shattered moon casting an eerie glow across the smooth polished, snow-covered beach rocks.
By Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻2 years ago in Fiction
The Idea of Another World Pt. 1
Ever thought about another world ? a better or worse than this world ? a more adventurous, more exciting than excel and social media ?. We often thought about something more than our mundane everyday routine that we should be more exciting or alive because we only have one chance of living. It’s should be a sin to have such a boring life to just be like this, wake up, work and go to sleep.
By Arda Azhar2 years ago in Fiction
