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Between Classes and Heartbeats. AI-Generated.
In the bustling halls of Maplewood High, where lockers clanged and laughter echoed, Sarah Thompson was known for her bright smile and passion for art. With her sketchbook always tucked under her arm, she found solace in creating beautiful worlds. But amidst the chaos of teenage life, Sarah felt a void—something was missing.
By Atere Oluwatofarati2 years ago in Fiction
A Dream
My dreams started on the 22nd of October, the day after my grandfather's passing. Night after night I would have visions of a young nurse in a military field hospital. From the period attire, it is a World War II-era hospital. I can make out her features plain as day. She is strikingly beautiful.
By Sean Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
The Park Bench
A man of 37 years sits on a park bench. It is a mild fall day in November and the park is full of activity. Children play on a small playground that is offset by a large green field lined by trees. Several people take a stroll on the walking trail outlining the field. Couples are picnicking on the field and a man throws a frisbee for his golden retriever dog. The park is simply full of life today. The young man is not at the park to enjoy it himself, but rather to watch the enjoyment of others for he is distraught.
By Sean Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
This Ain't the 1960's Turkey Day
"Who's Gramma talking to in the kitchen?" asked one of the Millennials. "She talks like that under her breath all the time, bruh." answered Gen Z.
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Fiction
We Meet in the White
Midnight, November 5, 2024 Election Day has come and gone. The ballots have been counted, the decision reached, and it’s all over at last. All across the United States, the winning side celebrates, bursting fireworks and champagne corks like it’s the Fourth of July, while the losers’ unused explosives are buried and their champagne used to drown their sorrows. Tomorrow, the riots will start, for there were rioters ready to march no matter the outcome. Such is the state of the world.
By Rebekah Brannan2 years ago in Fiction
Starlight & Whiskey
It was the kind of night that seemed to stretch forever, with the air crisp and the city lights flickering like distant stars. Olivia stood behind the counter of Page Turners, her small independent bookstore nestled in a cozy corner of the city. The scent of old paper, vanilla candles, and freshly brewed coffee filled the air, a concoction that always made her feel at home. As she tucked a stray curl behind her ear, she glanced at the clock—nearly closing time.
By Sazia Afreen Sumi2 years ago in Fiction
The River's Promise
'The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished.' The denizens of the kingdom of Ellowyn watched with wide unblinking eyes as the broad untroubled river against its unspoken will wrestled trying to move toward the mountains it once fled centuries ago. Fishermen just dropped their fishing gears into the water as they saw silvery fish swimming toward the opposite way. Farmers pointed to the area scratching their heads, and thinking that the reflections of the sun confused the waters. Kids raced along the shoreline giggling hysterically while grown-ups convened and huddled about portents.
By ShaDe V2 years ago in Fiction
A Wake-Up Call in Purple
The sun stood at a sharp angle, glaring into his car. It was morning, and Dennis was on his way to work. It was the same every morning, and he could just manage to stop by the Café on the Square for a cup of coffee and a croissant. His usual breakfast. It was easy and convenient for someone alone.
By Henrik Hageland2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Echo of Midnight Creek
At the edge of the Appalachian Mountains, nestled in an uncharted valley, lay a town few remembered: Midnight Creek. Known only to the locals as a place with a strange stillness, Midnight Creek was where the wind never whispered, and the nights hung heavier than in the rest of the world.
By Mavdi16172 years ago in Fiction
The Chess Match
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The forest it ran through was lush, green, and teeming with life. And in the night time, oh the songs you could hear.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Creatorzoned
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The lakes sank into the earth, and the springs in the mountains spat out nothing but dust.
By Sam Spinelli2 years ago in Fiction
Kingdom of Orator
Chapter One The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. When she stepped over the invisible boundary of Orator, everything changed.
By Bria Lamonica2 years ago in Fiction