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Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum. Top Story - August 2023.
Being a giant’s wife is a pleasing life for me. My husband’s stature is great and his heart even greater. The issue is, and I’m going to go into this, he ain’t half pea-brained. Or should I say bean-brained?
By SC Wells3 years ago in Fiction
Kayla, and the Taxi 🚕 Ride…. Content Warning.
Sorry I went over the word count but I couldn't stop writing 📝 but I hope this is Okay 😔 - I was Tagged for this (Taxi Gossip) Challenge and I would like to Tag/
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Fiction
The Detroit Lion.
In the heart of the bustling city of Detroit, where the echoes of resilience and determination were as palpable as the pulse of the streets, there existed a football team that bore the weight of the city's hopes and dreams. The Detroit Lions, a beacon of loyalty and tenacity, embarked on a journey that would define their spirit and echo through the annals of time.
By john3 years ago in Fiction
The Chrono Nexus
"The Chrono Nexus" In the dimly lit basement laboratory of Dr. Victor Thorne, the air was thick with anticipation. Dr. Thorne, a brilliant but reclusive physicist, had spent years developing a revolutionary invention: a device capable of manipulating time itself. The world had no idea what was about to unfold.
By Punit kumar3 years ago in Fiction
Barbie's Meltdown
For the Fabulous James and Oneg's Summer Challenge ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The headline reads as follows regarding Barbie's meltdown: She does strategic outrage in order to further her career
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Fiction
Mossycoat
Once upon a time there was a knock at the door. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. This was strange because the door was an eardrum. And eardrums are not in the habit of making knocking noises.
By S. T. Buxton3 years ago in Fiction
The Extraordinary Rise of Davido
This story is AI asissted (ChatGPT) In the lively city of Lagos, where the sun's rays danced upon bustling streets and the scent of suya wafted through the air, lived a young man named David. David was an aspiring musician, dreaming of stardom as he strummed his guitar on the sandy shores of Tarkwa Bay. But David had a secret that set him apart from the rest of the world - he had a talking parrot named Pablo.
By Obiajulu Okpala3 years ago in Fiction
Electronic Mail
The following short fiction is for the latest in James and Oneg's summer writing challenge extravaganza. You’ve Got Mail! Challenge. Start a story/poem with the last line of an email or letter you recently received. Find all the details here.
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Fiction
A victim of my pride
In the serene village of Willowbrook, nestled amidst rolling hills and blossoming meadows, lived a young man named Liam. With piercing blue eyes and a strong build, Liam possessed a charismatic aura that drew people toward him. He was known for his intelligence, quick wit, and a sense of pride that sometimes bordered on arrogance.
By Jedidiah3 years ago in Fiction
Ephemeral Beauty
In a world where instant gratification and constant change have become the norm, there exists a hidden wonder that defies the hurried pace of modern life – gardens that bloom only once a century. These enigmatic gardens, shrouded in mystery and imbued with an ephemeral beauty, are a testament to the patience and reverence required to witness the fleeting moments of nature's most exquisite displays.
By kinjays3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Love
In the heart of a small town, nestled amidst rolling hills and fragrant meadows, there lay a garden that held the echoes of countless love stories. It wasn't just a garden of flowers and foliage; it was a sanctuary where the bonds of love transcended time and space. This garden, known as the "Garden of Echoes," stood as a testament to the enduring power of love, transforming grief into a beautiful symphony of memories.
By kinjays3 years ago in Fiction
The Three Bears wallow in a dreadlock holiday.
Father bear boomed, "who's been eating my porridge!?!" Mother bear exclaimed, "and someone has been eating my porridge!" Baby bear complained, "someone ate 'all' my porridge! Cor they even licked the bowl?"
By Russell Ormsby 3 years ago in Fiction