Love
A Will to Forgive
Dry leaves danced in the crisp October wind, rustling with a melancholic whisper. The ground was a mosaic of amber, the fallen leaves swirling and twirling in the shifting wind. Although a blanket of gray clouds loomed to the east, the setting sun painted the world in a radiant golden hue from the west. It was as if nature itself couldn't decide between a gloomy evening or a hopeful sunset.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
The Bite
She was different today, and it struck me with an almost palpable force. How is it possible to spend years with someone and yet suddenly see them anew? Perhaps we get so caught up in our routines that we forget to truly see the people we love. Her eyebrows seemed more delicate, her eyes weary, and her neck and hands bore the lines of time that I had somehow missed before. She looked older, yet oddly familiar.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
The Crush
Jerry Ray Carpenter was the star pitcher at his high school—charismatic, popular, and seemingly unattainable. Yet, he harbored a secret crush on Sabrina Brown, the quiet, thoughtful girl who led the debate team, loved biology, and was unapologetically passionate about her faith.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
Silver Lining
"This has been fun, but let me down now," he said, attempting to infuse some levity into the moment. "No," I snapped. "I'm tired of you dodging this conversation." Exhaustion consumed me—not just from this night, but from our entire relationship. The uncertainty of our status, the blurred lines between commitment and casualness, it all weighed on me. I was caught in this limbo of wanting him to commit and fearing the void if he ever walked away.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
Life Stands Still
"Think fast!" The whoosh of air sends my hairs standing on end. An axe whizzes past, embedding itself into the target. Nancy bursts into laughter, her hands muffling the sound but failing to contain her amusement. It shifts from hearty laughter to snorts and squeals.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
Horizontal Hourglass. Content Warning.
The doctors told me I was technically dead for a minute, meaning I had no heartbeat. My brain was definitely working though, because how else could my life flash before my eyes? It could be a chemical reaction, the brain's last song before the curtains close. All that I know is that minute felt like hours as I drifted through memories.
By CT Idlehouse2 years ago in Fiction
A Love Story
The day Bradley and his family left the Biodome was a moment that shook me deeply. I watched as they eased their boat down the ramp, passed through the airlock, and disappeared into the vast water. The small crowd that had gathered to see them off scattered quickly, as if nothing had happened.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Whispering Woods
Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there existed a magical forest known as the Whispering Woods. It was a place where the trees spoke to each other, sharing their wisdom and secrets in a language only they could understand. The forest was home to a diverse range of creatures, from the tiniest insects to the mightiest beasts, all living in harmony and respect for one another.
By Dreamweaver2 years ago in Fiction
