Historical
Stitch: The lore of Sara Foxgrave.
Sara didn’t even know why she went out there that morning. She told herself it was just curiosity, just wanting to see how far the construction crew had gotten on the new house, but really it was because she hadn’t come back here since she returned. Not once. The old willow tree still hunched over the hill like it was guarding Lake Downing, its branches rattling in the cold wind, whispering the same secrets they used to whisper when she and Birdi climbed it and pretended they were queens of the whole damn world. The lake hadn’t changed at all. But she had. It felt smaller now, or maybe she did.
By Syl De'Vil2 days ago in Fiction
Sense and Sensibility Movie Review
Sense and Sensibility, one of Jane Austen’s best-known stories, has been adapted many times through the decades; most notably as a 1995 classic and then a 2008 mini-series. Newcomer director Georgia Oakley has produced a third rendition; it’s an admirable production that sits below its superior predecessors.
By Robert Cain3 days ago in Fiction
Presumption of a Bold Girl
Think of the 1960s, a time of racial tension and riots in the streets. Your school has lockdowns with police stationed at the doors. You see the Disciples motorcycle gang roll up outside the school. You know they are a feared biker gang of black riders, and that they came from Chicago to see what’s up in your little town. Your small town is five miles up the road from the State Penitentiary, where you assume some of their buddies currently reside. You watch as they slowly circle the high school on their bikes, just observing. You wonder if they are silently daring the police to come at them - to cross the line. Imagine your fear of them as an impressionable high schooler - you don’t know violence except in movies like Easy Rider, Hells Angels on Wheels , and The Born Losers .
By Andrea Corwin 5 days ago in Fiction
Bombing Nagasaki
You Are Here challenge: Prompt - Write a story entirely in second person that puts the reader somewhere they aren't supposed to be. Second person puts the reader inside the story. You don't watch someone else cross a line. You do. Write a story entirely in second person that puts "you" somewhere you aren't supposed to be. Maybe you've wandered into the wrong room, shown up where you weren't invited, crossed a boundary you didn't know was there, or found yourself in a situation you have no business being part of. Wherever you end up, make the second-person perspective matter. Use "you" to close the distance between the reader and the story, and make that feeling of being somewhere you shouldn't be impossible to shake.
By Denise E Lindquist10 days ago in Fiction
OUT OF SEASON
I AM COMPLETELY OUT OF SEASON!!!!!!!! As time progressed, I realized that tomorrow wasn’t safely promised to no one. I am the next President. When time ran out. Which completely qualified me for this subject matter. Over good time. I stuck with it I have friends from both maybe all possible parties. After the Never Forget, Never, and Never AGAIN security crackdown on 9/11. We know now! Terrorism and slavery must cease. We know we are tailored to not give up to prevent and challenge up armored opposers and be armored allies against all negative motive and people with killing intent. enemy foreign entities. To support the national guard to guard us all US Americans and America from destructive enemy alli forces and all other foreign entities . 🇺🇸 Make the most of your life because tomorrow’s not promised anybody. ANYONE is up. I feel like I qualified out of my season because I make the most of what life is. i qualify because I fill in the gap. I have a love for people and my name was in the ballot last election and wasn’t late at all. There are so many people who try out for office and/ job positions, and opportunity that entitlement can only go so far against the opportunity agape of many people have. Oh The potential that one can be! that they can make it! That they can accomplish big tasks! That’s where the final battle is in! Relys. THEY can overcome. We can make America great again. We build on. Why because Yes we can. because we make up America. For our state Washington state. I live to come find, a freedom I find care, Love and freedom. The freedom in what you stand for redemptive in the sign that points to old industrial where redemptive in love. Un secretly that man over comes.PHIL4:13🙏 Of his heart. being truly overcome as I have a multitude of friends who would support me in every and any division. The value of redemption.i Qualify for the next Presidency 2028. I am am inspired to jump in this race. What I see WHEN I LOOK AT the all . People are amazing 🤩.To encourage not to tare down. All the people. All the needs being met. Not forgetting but Hoping. I know i secretly mattered. when I voted 🗳️ for the first time. I literally came straight up for real. I never knew how to. Heck, I even attempted to ask my mom to vote. The Presidency, and what it takes to become president. First thing I see is Christ and the Gods love. The very next initial thing I see is needs. Making sure you meet the needs of the people. The importance of staying true to your commitment.That people’s needs are met. Rachael aka Selena Monroe. Takes on the challenge. This whole topic is about me! Redeeming Marilyn Monroe!!! / Could get us in.!!/-Could I be the next President? I would take on the task? What would qualify me? Am I only out of season? Would I impact the world strengthenly. How? Can I impact?Would I live up to my commitment. Would I get passed myself? Am I sacrificial enough. Make Rachael (Selena) Monroe Your redemptive choice! You might think I’m Michelle Obama with a voice piece that finally spoke up! Speaking of Michelle Obama , I read her book. Her memoir. I felt like with her definition. We were gonna make it! I was so excited for what 2018 had in store!I promised.i really felt inspired by all that she said. And you know I made A very serious vow. I made the one that matters. I was proud of all the people i voted for. I was in the now. I was up against my greatest competitor! I was on against President Trump! As much as he was my greatest enemy because of my portionate , I had overcome I had somehow made a friend. I was proud. I admire everyone, but where it makes a difference is really what truly. Matters and makes the initial upfront difference! I have to portionate and give in to the lately news about Elyon Musk and share the voice of my voice of truth against women being weak. So you ask what’s on my lengthily mind. Speaking with Elyon for 3 seconds, threw me on mars when I felt like I finally accept who I am and embraced my Afro. People get embedded on the look. Until that look deteriorates. I am in love with who created me to be. I saw him audibly for 3secs. I take serious the value of who I am and possibility. I take serious opportunities for other people who will not just sit on their gift where there is an overall victory to be won. Just because someone offers you 40 million to keep your mouth shut. You open up your mouth and jump back in the game. I feel what America needs to stay consistent nowadays is heart.❤️Heart in these areas,(mostly) Faith honesty, revise, security, support , love and change and support(for my support system . People have been trying forever to make things happen. And here we are.I feel as a person who is affiliated with celebrities is wisdom. where I as a woman am strong enough. To make matters straight brief and to the point, is where my voice is most clear. i feel like I am a macho women with a humble heart. i am the next President in Line. What qualifies me? What qualifies me is my race against Trump who went from enemy to lover. That was the hardest battle for me. Me and my campaign is this//: one HEART For the people ❤️Having a humble heart before the lord.!!/ is #1. Love. for the people. Humble means. #2 Commitmment. Will do stick too 3. Support. the people. Acceptance and change. 4To include my brothers and sisters of all races colors and disabilities and creeds. We’re going to make it! I know I can because somebody else could- I remember all the Hanging in there I did. This is what I’ll do for the people!!! Is what I’ll do for you the Overall?And What I l will do for the people?Will it last long enough ?will it last long enough ?my life to a few shows like empire, And West Wing has inspired me to impact now! Would peoples initial needs be met? People inspired and impacted by the love of Christ the love of God in my heart. ❤️ My dad is firm when he stands on King. Gifting him the gift of Obama book, was one of the best things that ever happened. Inspired most by Martin Luther King’s Speech, has impacted many before me. When I look over all the people and the God that first inspired me. I am Confident by Him and what He needs from me.
By Rachael Frazier14 days ago in Fiction
Stitch:The Alpine Crimson
The biting, sub‑zero wind howling across the Swiss Alps didn’t just freeze the skin; it carved straight into the bone. For miles in every direction, the landscape was a blinding, desolate canvas of white and jagged grey peak. The winter air was so thin it felt like breathing shattered glass, carrying nothing but the lonely roar of the wind and the constant threat of an avalanche.
By Syl De'Vil15 days ago in Fiction
Stitch. Out of Season
After four weeks of trying to stitch herself back into a life she barely remembered, Sara Foxgrave starts to realize that whatever followed her home isn’t done with her. Maine is supposed to be safe. Normal. Predictable. But when a summer flower blooms in the dead of October, Sara learns that reality has no intention of staying in its lane.
By Syl De'Vil15 days ago in Fiction
The Bloom of Broadfen
The Bloom of Broadfen The frost of January did not merely descend upon the parish of Broadfen; it paralysed the landscape, blanching the thatch of the cottages and hardening the deep ruts of the sheep lanes into unyielding ridges. It had been a season of unbroken misery. A spiteful summer had ruined the wheat, leaving the ears bitter and sour. Now the grim hold of winter was stealing the last gristle of life from the village. The cold had cut slowly, like the paring iron Old Creech used to shave the leather when the parish had had cattle. It did not merely chill; it altered the framework of the flesh. It froze the breath in the throat until the lungs felt still as wicker and locked the joints of the labourers into rigid, unnatural angles that no fire could warm. When the frail, or elderly, succumbed in their beds, they bypassed the ease of sleep, hardening instantly into the likeness of grey stone.
By Alyson Smith 16 days ago in Fiction
How to Eat Stone Soup
1936 was your hungriest year. You had nowhere to go, so you went everywhere. You spent it wandering from city to town, through villages to farmland. You reached the West Coast of the Dominion of Canada and returned to the East, following some rumour, some hope, in the opposite direction. You wandered for 6 years. You walked almost six thousand miles, twice. Jumping aboard train wagons was for younger men, more desperate men and there were thousands of them. The prairies stretched out endlessly before you and then ended. Mountain passes opened in April or May and closed in September. You walked from season into season. You patched the soles of your shoes with layers of newspaper or pieces of cardboard.
By Kate Baggott18 days ago in Fiction
