Holiday
Jimmy And The White Rat. Content Warning.
Jimmy pedaled steadily down the quiet road, his old bike protesting with every turn of the wheels. The rusty chain ground with a low, metallic rattle, as if whispering complaints in time with his movements. Each push of his foot brought a faint squeak from somewhere on the left side. Most people would probably find this noisy bike unbearable, but it was either this or ride the bus every day, and he didn’t plan on ever doing that again. The last time he had, Donnie and Jake had pinned him down and taken turns spitting on him. Even if he had to walk three miles to and from school, he’d never set foot on another school bus.
By Altum Veritas2 years ago in Fiction
Winter is Coming. Top Story - November 2024.
Oh, god, it's here already. I freeze in place at the sight before me. In this liminal space - white desensitized walls rising high above while semi-organized lines of sheep part around my frozen corpse - I am but a single flake of ice in this storm.
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Fiction
Christmas Eve Alone
On a snowy Christmas Eve, as lights sparkled in windows and festive music filled the air, a little girl named Lucy sat quietly in the back seat of her parents’ car, humming to herself. They were on their way home after a visit to her grandmother’s house. Lucy held a small stuffed bear, a Christmas gift, close to her chest. Suddenly, blinding headlights appeared on the road in front of them, and within moments, Lucy’s world was torn apart. She awoke in a hospital bed, her bear still in her arms, but her parents were gone. The accident had taken both of them, and Lucy, only six years old, was now alone. The days that followed were a blur of doctors, kind but distant social workers, and adults whispering in hallways. Eventually, Lucy was taken to St. Mary’s Home for Children, a large, looming orphanage on the outskirts of town. Lucy’s days at the orphanage were difficult. She was shy and withdrawn, her only companion her stuffed bear. Other children mocked her quietness and her sadness, calling her names and snatching her bear away whenever they could. They teased her about her tangled hair and her patched-up clothes. Lucy felt as if she were invisible, even to the adults in the orphanage, who had their hands full with dozens of other children and seemed not to notice her loneliness. The holidays each year were the hardest. Families would come to adopt children, looking at profiles and meeting children who laughed, smiled, and played. But Lucy, with her sad eyes and solemn silence, never drew their attention. Year after year passed, and she was left behind, feeling more like a ghost in the orphanage than a child. By the time she was a teenager, she had given up hope of being adopted. She focused on her studies and spent most of her time in the library, losing herself in stories about faraway places and people who found love and happiness despite their hardships. After aging out of the system, Lucy set out on her own, determined to carve a life for herself. She found a job as an assistant in a small publishing company, where she worked tirelessly, learning everything she could. She stayed late, took on extra assignments, and studied at night to build her skills. Her coworkers barely noticed her at first, but over time, Lucy’s dedication and quiet resilience caught the attention of her boss, who began to give her more responsibilities and mentor her. Years passed, and Lucy climbed the ladder in the publishing world, eventually becoming a senior editor. Her work became her passion, filling the void left by her lonely childhood. But despite her success, Lucy felt a lingering emptiness. She had never known real companionship or love, and the thought of opening up to others frightened her. One day, at a literary event, Lucy met a young author named Ethan, whose debut novel she had helped publish. Ethan was gentle, kind, and thoughtful, qualities that Lucy found soothing. They spent hours talking about books, their lives, and their dreams. Slowly, a bond began to grow between them, one that Lucy had never felt before. Ethan saw beyond her reserved demeanor and sensed the loneliness she carried. Patiently, he encouraged her to share her story, and, for the first time, Lucy opened up about her parents, the orphanage, and the years of solitude. Their relationship blossomed over time. With Ethan, Lucy found the family she had always dreamed of. They supported each other’s ambitions and built a life filled with love and laughter, something Lucy had once thought impossible. Eventually, they married, and Lucy found herself creating a home filled with the warmth she had longed for as a child. Years later, Lucy visited St. Mary’s Home for Children. This time, she wasn’t there to stay but to help others. She and Ethan had established a foundation to support children who grew up without families, offering them mentorship, resources, and, most importantly, hope. As she walked through the halls that had once been so cold and lonely, Lucy felt a sense of peace. She had overcome the hardships of her past, finding success, love, and purpose. Her journey had been long and painful, but it had also made her stronger and kinder, shaping her into the woman she had always wanted to be. And at last, on a snowy Christmas Eve, Lucy was home.
By Grace Guise2 years ago in Fiction
Power of navigation
As she stepped off the train and onto the bustling streets of New York City, 25-year-old Sophia Patel felt invincible. Her freshly minted MBA from Columbia University gleamed on her resume, and a coveted job offer from a top financial firm awaited her. The world was hers for the taking.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Family - Page by Page
As I sat beside my father's hospital bed, holding his frail hand, I couldn't help but think about the countless mornings we spent together, poring over the daily newspaper. Those moments, once taken for granted, now seemed precious. His eyes, once bright with curiosity, had grown weary, but his spirit remained unbroken. I realized that the traditions he instilled in me were not just habits, but a legacy.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten One
Jamie had never been one for nostalgia. Memories were just that - moments to be remembered and moved on from, not dug up. So when they found an old, dusty box labeled "Home Videos" in the attic of their childhood home, they almost ignored it. Almost.
By Supreeth Nagella2 years ago in Fiction
