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Babel
What an excellent time to be alive! Everybody in Eridu was out celebrating. There was nothing to be done aside from attending the opening ceremony for the new city garden. Located in the northeastern part of Eridu, against the city's wall and closed off by another division. Circling the Garden's circumference; with a wide enough entrance for people to come and visit the Garden.
J.J. LozanoPublished a day ago in Fiction
The Three Strangers
Among the few features of agricultural England which retain an appearance but little modified by the lapse of centuries, may be reckoned
Twin Flame (3): The Suitors
© Twin Flame: A Narrative of Queen Penelope of Ithaca and Her Husband Odysseus Episode 6: The Suitors Image credit: Penelope. Dante Gabriel Rosetti, 1828–1882
Patricia AnnePublished 4 days ago in FictionThem Cracked Old Boots
These boots, cracking from the ware and tear. The daily rigors of coming and going. The old lady tells me, "Boy throw them raggedy boots out honey. You make enough money to buy you some mo'."
Michael J. HarrisPublished 7 days ago in Fiction
The Pines
Jazz music that was two decades dated for the year 1943 filled the ears of Mr. Titus Bronze as he continued to walk away from the cab. Titus was a young gentleman who had experienced 19 years of life; naturally, he catered towards jazz that had been released that year.
Sophie DavisPublished 8 days ago in Fiction
The Night Of The Firecracker Squabble
Wow, it's a beautiful morning feels really nice, October 31, 1965, it feels like the temperature is about 72 degrees sunshiny with a very comfortable breeze, tantalizing euphoria while undressing personalities respectfully in our wonderful family neighborhood, we're feeling good because we're happy, the dogs are chasing the possums, the squirrels and each other while cats are sitting in the windows of houses contemplating mischief, teenagers are playing in the bushes on the shady side of the house hugging each other energetically, now that's weird I guess because I'm only 11 years old, Look at me, I'm so cute as I walk down Grayson street dancing to songs by the Supremes, waving at the people sitting on their porches enjoying the wonderful sunshine and breezy day, Hi Miss Lucille, how are you today Miss Lucille, do you have any of your slamming homemade vanilla ice cream cones so good, do two cones still cost a nickel if so may I get two cones to go, please, here comes my best friend Troy Mayberry what's up boy' you smell like salmon or my uncle's girlfriend he chuckled & said my momma is at home cooking salmon croquettes with rice & hot water cornbread OMG I replied & gave him an ice cream cone hoping to lock up a dinner plate for my stomach later on that day, and then we climbed up into grandma's favorite black walnut tree in the front yard across the street from Miss Faustina house where we started to hang out, waiting patiently for the night of the firecracker squabble
Jim ThorntonPublished 13 days ago in FictionThe Pantheon Project
On a cold winter morning in the heart of the Appalachian mountains of southern west Virginia a small black food truck pulls into a parking lot of a local market near a small community college. “Zach's Taco Truck” printed in blue over the gloss black paint job. The small store would not be open for an hour and the sun would not be up for two. Getting out of the truck he busied himself setting up for the day.
Dark Moon
i. A stripe of dull gold ripples across the fire - red wing of the biplane as it turns into a nosedive. I grit my chattering teeth as I plummet, the dark wine ocean becoming closer and closer. I jerk the lever back, rising upwards just before I hit the water. My pursuer isn't as good as I am, according to the scraping sound of bending metal. His partner looks between me and the wreckage, hovering, before deciding to cut his losses. In the mirror, I see him circling like a vulture until they become dots on the horizon.
A BaptistePublished 16 days ago in FictionOf God and Godless Men Alike
Something stirred James from his sleep. He’d been dreaming he was in large, labyrinthine stables, frantically checking the stalls. There were hundreds of horses, but he could not find Gambit among them.
Talbot FinchPublished 16 days ago in FictionThe Flower Faced Owl Godess
Once upon a time in the Realm of Sky - the dwelling-place of the Gods and the origin of the great cosmic pattern. As The doors Open to the kingdom the cosmic gateway to divinity we find the Paradise which is of course, ruled by a loving law. All places of purity to live in are governed by laws of Love . Within paradise there are many kinds of trees, with different fruits, each fruit has it's own use. We can also see beautiful flowers with unique colors which carry meaning as well as their own healing properties for our bodies to eat them and absorb their energies into us so that we may become more powerful in the physical world..
Titan GodessPublished 17 days ago in FictionThe Beginning
Everything was heavy. Her eyelids, her arms, her legs. She felt as if a vise was wrapped around her, squeezing the life out of her. She pushed down the panic because she knew she was dreaming, she often had nightmares of drowning at sea. All she had to do was wake up and it would be over.
Katie WarwickPublished 17 days ago in Fiction
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I arrived on the four-thirty train and fully intended to stay on board, go to the end of the line, and shunt back; but how could I do that without feeling like an utter fool, a total coward? How could I travel back to where I started without doing what I set out to do? Alighting with a mass of excited schoolchildren, and a hoard of hopeful-looking adults eager to join their families for the holidays, I held back.
Rosanne DingliPublished 17 days ago in Fiction
