Fantasy
Granted Wishes
"They thought it was the end of the world-a day that wouldn't end. It was purgatory or worse. They carved symbols into rocks, they cast bones, they opened the guts of their livestock. When no answers came, they sacrificed those they'd deemed culpable for one reason or another and for some, no reason at all. And when night finally came, they wailed in mourning for all the ill they had done."
By Adam Diehl2 years ago in Fiction
The time keeper
The Keeper of Time lived in a quaint little town that no one ever visited. It wasn't because the town was hard to find or that its people were unfriendly. In fact, the town was quite the opposite—welcoming, picturesque, with charming houses and blooming gardens. But there was something about it that kept it hidden from the world, almost like it existed in its own pocket of reality. The Keeper, whose real name was Edwin, was an unassuming old man with a penchant for plaid shirts and gardening. He lived in a cottage at the edge of town, surrounded by an overgrown yet enchanting garden. To the townsfolk, Edwin was just another neighbor, a friendly face who always had time for a chat and a cup of tea. But Edwin had a secret that no one in the town knew: he was the Keeper of Time. Now, this wasn’t a title handed out lightly. Being the Keeper of Time meant Edwin had the responsibility of ensuring time flowed smoothly and without disruption. He had a magical pocket watch, an ancient artifact passed down through generations of Keepers, which allowed him to manipulate time. He could pause, rewind, or fast-forward time, but he only used his powers when absolutely necessary. One summer afternoon, as Edwin was pruning his rose bushes, he noticed something odd. Time seemed to stutter for a moment—birds paused mid-flight, the breeze halted, and the sound of children playing in the distance vanished. Edwin’s heart skipped a beat. He knew this could only mean one thing: someone was tampering with time. Hurriedly, he pulled out the pocket watch. It was glowing a faint, eerie blue, confirming his suspicions. With a determined look, Edwin set off towards the town square, where the disturbance seemed to be emanating from. As he walked, he felt a strange shift in the air, like the world was out of sync. When he reached the square, he found a young woman standing in the middle, holding what appeared to be a small, glittering hourglass. She looked up, startled, as Edwin approached. "Who are you?" she demanded, clutching the hourglass tighter. "I'm Edwin," he said calmly. "And you are?" "Clara," she replied, her eyes narrowing. "What do you want?" "I think the more important question is, what are you doing?" Edwin nodded towards the hourglass. Clara glanced at it, her expression softening a bit. "I... I found this in my grandmother's attic. It’s supposed to have magical properties. I just wanted to see if it could bring back a moment from my past." Edwin sighed, understanding dawning on him. "Time is a delicate thing, Clara. Tampering with it can have unforeseen consequences." Clara looked down, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I lost someone I love, and I just wanted to see them one more time." Edwin’s heart ached for her. He knew the pain of loss all too well. "Come with me," he said gently. "Let's talk." Back at Edwin’s cottage, they sat in his cozy living room, sipping tea. Edwin explained the responsibilities of a Keeper and the risks of manipulating time. "But," he added with a twinkle in his eye, "there are ways to remember and honor those we've lost without causing disruptions." He showed her his garden, pointing out a beautiful, solitary rose bush. "My wife loved roses. I planted this in her memory. Every time I look at it, I feel like she's still with me." Clara smiled through her tears. "I think I understand." They spent the afternoon talking about memories and the importance of cherishing the present. Before Clara left, Edwin took her to the town square and, with a wave of his hand, restored the flow of time to its natural rhythm. "Thank you," Clara said, hugging him tightly. "I won't forget what you've taught me." Edwin watched her walk away, feeling a sense of fulfillment. He knew there would always be challenges, but as long as he could guide others, he was fulfilling his role as the Keeper of Time. As the sun set, casting a golden glow over the town, Edwin returned to his garden. He took a deep breath, enjoying the moment, knowing that time, like his garden, needed care and attention to flourish. And he, the humble Keeper, was there to ensure it did.
By Jangan Tanya2 years ago in Fiction
Uncovering the Exhilarating Excursion. Content Warning.
Uncovering the Exhilarating Excursion: A Recap of "Beat up: Reclamation in New Orleans In the core of New Orleans, a city rich with culture and history, a strong story of boldness, equity, and recovery unfurls. "Beat up: Reclamation in New Orleans" is something other than an activity pressed thrill ride; it's an impactful investigation of racial strains and police defilement, secured by a heavenly execution from Naomie Harris. On the off chance that you haven't seen this holding film yet, this recap will provide you with a sample of the force and feeling that drive the story.
By Masonwabe Nyanga2 years ago in Fiction
Human Rites
Dr. Lügner has left us to meditate and prepare for the rite. We are always a bit rudderless when he leaves us. I mean, that sounds rather silly: we're able to carry on with things as we normally would, but most things seem a bit meaningless without him. It isn’t just a matter of guidance or instruction, either. He encourages and jokes and smiles warmly at those who are doing well, and moves quickly to console or assist anyone who is struggling. It really makes ordinary things seem—special, purposeful.
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Fiction
