Historical
3rd Time's the Charm
Author’s Note: Sorry if this is a little too on the nose for anyone. This is one way in which I’m processing the disheartening situation in Afghanistan. Unfortunately, it is all too easy to believe that this story may not be fiction in a few decades’ time. Both as governments and as people, we have a habit of not learning the lessons we need to.
By Farah Thompson3 years ago in Fiction
The Devil and the Debutant
The green ethereal glow that the moon cast through the polluted fog cast Lord John in a wicked light and Jane found herself looking at demon. ‘Her demon’ she thought as her stomach flipped and fluttered under his smoldering stare. She couldn’t tell if he was angry with her for her boldness or driven mad by it. She had never seen a lustful look cross a man’s face, but her primitive instincts knew, and they begged to have more than just that look. There were no words for what she was experiencing, and no one had told her the smoldering side to romance.
By E. J. Strange3 years ago in Fiction
Dancing in the Dark Room
Amalie Waking up here is like waking to the sun creaking through drawn blinders. Amalie feels a honey-bee brushing by her earlobe, depositing pollen into her hair and the sound of bird-song has her creaking open a single eye. She smiles, a gentle thing, before bolting upright to the trill of rapturous giggles.
By Rachel M.J3 years ago in Fiction
Battle for Souls
"Hey! What the heck is that?" We were looking at the contents of an old cedar chest we picked up at a garage sale. Inside were a few bundles of letters, some yellowed now with age. And we could also see a few pictures and an assortment of what looked like medals.
By Dale Allman3 years ago in Fiction
The Ice Break Raffle
The Ice Break Raffle I was born and grew to adulthood in the Midwest; South-Central Wisconsin to be exact; Wisconsin Dells, to be precise. “The Dells”, of my youth, was fondly referred to as a “tourist trap” by locals and as a “vacation destination” by travel agents world-wide. In the middle of the twentieth century, the 50’s, Wisconsin Dells claims to fame were scenic views of sandstone rock formations adorning the banks of the Wisconsin River.
By David Zinke aka ZINK3 years ago in Fiction
The Full Moon of Cachou
Of the three moons that circled Skyeria, the green moon of Cachou was considered "the Moon of All". Cachou, back when he was a god, was a green-furred giant with a tail as long as the night sky. He was the Creator who formed the world of Skyeria, after all, enwrapping the world in a loving, natural embrace, bending the elements unleashed by Scalieon into a viable shape, and creating the various ecosystems that were on the surface. He then, with a final green light and some help from Lampras, created the various sentient species to populate the world.
By Grant Alexander Brown3 years ago in Fiction
Glow
I peeked into the window as I neared the house. The room was a-wash with green, imitating the green light of the "Go" signal in the traffic light on the corner. It was Friday night, the girls night out, after working all week in the factory. We made a decent working class wage of about five cents for every dial we painted using the lip, dip, paint approach. I was slower because I didn't like the taste, so just dipped and painted instead. I was occasionally reprimanded for slowness and inaccuracy since my method was not as precise in comparison to the girls whom followed the lip, dip, paint technique.
By Pamela Johnson3 years ago in Fiction