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I’m famous
I didn’t know that I’m famous until I entered the poultry,those chicken were screaming 😱 and cheering for me the experience was overwhelming 😂😂
Daniel KangoPublished about 5 hours ago in FictionBear with me…
Tilly stops along the section of trail she’s hiking, taking a moment to breathe in the fresh mountain air. She can hardly believe she was finally here, living in Canada and so close to the Rocky Mountains. Well, close in Canadian terms, that is. It still took her over an hour’s drive to reach the trailhead.
Heather ZiefflePublished about 20 hours ago in FictionCentipede
Melody rinsed the last of the toothpaste from her mouth, looking up at her reflection in the mirror. Tired brown eyes stared back at her, the dark circles under them prominent. Her frizzy black curls were messy and pointing in nearly every direction. She’d had a long, aggravating day; her boss had been on her all day long, and she’d only gotten home an hour ago. Her body burned and ached with exhaustion. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep the night away.
angela hepworthPublished about 22 hours ago in FictionLights, Cameras, and Action...
“I’m so glad that you called me back.” “I am glad you answered.” Good move; nothing too aggressive or sloppy about that. Gotta make sure to have more lines like that later.
Kendall DefoePublished about 22 hours ago in FictionThe Spirit Box (2)
Chapter 2: Twin Robbers I got to work and took a deep breath. I discreetly took out the spirit box and inhaled John so I could convince the chief I felt great. I walked to chief’s office and asked the chief what the assignment was for today.
Alex H MittelmanPublished a day ago in FictionLadybug Luck
“Why don’t you ever tie your shoes? It’ll only take a minute.” “Mom, I'm in a hurry!” Todd mumbled with a mouthful of bologna sandwich.
Hyde WunderliPublished a day ago in FictionThe Spirit Box
Chapter One: Spirit Boxing I’m Detective Fred Byrne, Jr., and this is my story. I’m a detective by trade, but boxing is my true passion. I was one of the better amateur boxers at the bar down the street from the station. I boxed during fight night at The Blue Mercury bar and grill. They hosted a ‘fight night,’ every night during the week, but ‘fight week’ doesn’t sound right for marketing.
Alex H MittelmanPublished 2 days ago in FictionWhispers of Moonlight
In the heart of a forgotten town, where the cobblestone streets whispered tales of bygone days and the stars painted the sky with their ethereal glow, there lived a vampire boy named Ji-Hoon Moonshadow. His existence was a solitary one, haunted by the shadows of his past and the insatiable hunger that gnawed at his very essence. But amidst the darkness that surrounded him, there flickered a glimmer of hope—a yearning for something more, something he scarcely dared to believe in.
Ice Cream: Gothic
Introduction This is inspired by the black Ice Cream for the Whitby Goth Weekend. It tastes deliciously gothic. Ice Cream: Gothic
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 days ago in FictionOval Office
So what do you get when a group of idiot best friends get together and have a contest for who can drink a jug of water the fastest during their break time at work? Well you have an even bigger idiot named Carl Roberts who is rushing home to pee before he wastes his bladder all over himself.
Joe PattersonPublished 2 days ago in Fiction- Top Story - March 2024
The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
Skyler SaundersPublished 2 days ago in Fiction The Sunset Picture
I woke up with the first light of dawn, driven by the desire to capture the perfect photograph. Swiftly, I dressed in a pair of worn, brown trousers, a loose-fitting shirt, and sturdy hiking boots. Pulling my coffee-brown hair back into a messy ponytail and adjusting my glasses, I grabbed my bag and felt the rush of excitement course through me.
Arshad MecciPublished 2 days ago in Fiction