Fantasy
"Winter's Embrace: A Mother-Daughter Snow Symphony"
It’s Saturday morning in the high mountains of Colorado and I wake to a bedroom full of an unknown brightness. Sleepy eyed, I roll out of bed and inch my way towards the window. It has no curtains since mom, dad and little sis moved to our new house. Most of my toys are still in boxes, crammed in the furthest corner of my room. All I have is my race car bed and dresser. Mom says it takes a couple of weeks until we are fully settled into our new home. I am not sure how long a couple weeks are but it already feels like years since we moved into this new log cabin.
By Sanjay yadav3 years ago in Fiction
The Selkie’s Skin. Top Story - February 2024.
I can hear her searching for me downstairs. Utensils and jewelry clang against the floor as she tosses them out of every drawer imaginable. The drawers themselves land with a thud against the hardwood floor as she throws them out of their slots, desperate to find my hiding place. I can imagine her flinging her husband’s clothes through the air as she ravages his closet, hoping to find some secret compartment concealed within.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 years ago in Fiction
Feeling So Loved
It was sooo boooring. No one had been in the living room all day. Everyone was busy when suddenly he heard the sounds of the girl and the boy who were part of this family. They were teenagers and he didn’t really like some of the things they enjoyed watching but he had not choice. His favorite times were family nights when they gathered together and ate popcorn and laughed a lot. The girl burst into the room and viciously grabbed him from the end table by the couch. “Ouch!” he thought. He didn’t like how tightly she gripped him. Then just as viciously she started jabbing at his buttons. He thought he might choke.
By Rasma Raisters3 years ago in Fiction
Snow Forest
The snow fell softly, like an array of small feathers engulfing the sounds of nature. The dense woodland was eerily quiet as River took her first step, sinking into the light, powdery snow. Peace encumbered her, and a wave of calm swept over the entire forest. Step after step, the woods swallowed her. If she hadn't a sense of direction, you could say she was lost. But she knew these woods, she's walked their paths many times. She was home.
By Kendra J. Anthony3 years ago in Fiction
The Real Magic behind "A Midsummer Night's Dream" by W. Shakespeare
A group of young individuals clandestinely venture into the forest, where they consume substances that alter their state of mind. They then experience a change in their romantic relationships and encounter beings from an alternate dimension. "A Midsummer's Night's Dream" showcases Shakespeare's exploration of psychedelia, resulting in a delightful experience both on stage and in written form. Originally performed in the 1590s, this play stands out as one of Shakespeare's most playful works, brimming with deception, insanity, and enchantment. Unfolding over the course of a single night, "Midsummer" maintains a lively pace. The plot revolves around collisions and disintegrations, as characters from different realms are brought together and torn apart. Shakespeare employs these patterns to satirize the characters' self-absorption and challenge authority in a comical manner.
By Francesca Giulia Geronimi3 years ago in Fiction
Snow
I was flung from one side of the container to the next. My body banged against the thin nylon of the bag and crashed into some type of jar containing many fragrant beads. The throbbing in my head was only eased by remembering her smile as she ate those round pebbles. What was the term she called it? Coffee! Yes, that’s it, I thought triumphantly.
By Isabella Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 3
Jovie and the two young totters sat near the fireplace in full anticipation for Papa totters story to begin. Jovie had made chocolate chip cookies and they munched on them quietly, as the fire crackled behind them. It had been a long time since they'd had cookies, so it was quite a nice treat after a long day of catching fish for queen Finyellë. There was a black teapot with water that was starting to boil for them to make hot tea. Closing his eyes, as if he was dreaming, papa totter started telling the story.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Fiction
