Love
"Moon Light"
A starry night has a very alluring quality to it. For generations, poets, artists, and dreamers have been enthralled with the ethereal ambiance created by the moon's tranquil shine, which casts a gentle silvery light over the countryside. We shall dig into the ethereal and mysterious realm of moonlit nights in this piece, examining their significance, cultural resonances, and the physics underlying this celestial beauty.
By Misha story writer3 years ago in Fiction
Parched
Her: He hasn’t told me where we’re going – but we’ll be flying. “Pack warm, outdoorsy clothes and hiking boots.” I’m stronger. Less broken. The desperate loss of Sadie – I still bleed for her. That’s what I called her. I’m sure she was a girl. It was almost too early to determine but she was more than just a collection of cells. I felt her soul leave that morning he found me. They say God only gives you what you can handle. That’s not true. I was swallowed by grief so vast, it hurt to breathe – the very thing we need to do as humans to survive.
By Cathy Schieffelin3 years ago in Fiction
Primbellafect
I think I see it approaching ever closer from above. It swirls in the current of the chilly January air. The flake lands on my skin and I marvel at the ephemerality of nature's purest mandala for the fleeting moment that it's present there. In one blink it is transformed into the liquid state, unrecognizable to an outside observer, presently indistinguishable from a number of others who have since made their landing. I know though. The first flake of the season becoming one with myself is an irreplicable feeling. The only thing that's come close is that first day your skin touched mine. The electricity that ran through my body is a sensation I've been chasing ever since. I've felt it when you look at me, get real close, touch my soul, but nothing is the same as its introduction. That song released at 6 a.m. on that June morning a couple years back woke up my soul, opened my eyes, showed me what to strive for. I want to make others feel what he made me feel. That connection the lyrics made with my life combined with the revelation and the surprise is the high I crave when I close my eyes. When I feel the snowflake, see its shape, marvel at its magic, I think of you and that song and wish it never ended.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Fiction
Explorers of the Heart
Explorers of the Heart London, a sprawling metropolis steeped in history, blends iconic landmarks, diverse cultures, and the rush of modern life into its vibrant, dynamic heart. There lived a married couple named Eliza and Benjamin in a cozy little town nestled between rolling hills and a glistening river. They also have two children, Max (son) and Alice (daughter).
By Apurba Deb3 years ago in Fiction
Chromasomniō. Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge.
His eyes... I can't quite capture them. Hooked under heavy lids, sleep shadows of viridian and phthalo green. A wash of ultramarine. An easy smile creases his face so the sunlight catches; gold, chartreuse, and peridot join hands to dance circles around a pitch pupil.
By Jenna Sedi3 years ago in Fiction
Antiquaressence
Portobello Road was one of her favorite places on Earth. The maze of cobblestone streets peppered with tourists promised hidden treasure if you were patient enough to go hunting. The rules were simple. Avoid said tourists at almost all costs. They usually opted for the neat stalls, all the finds deftly organized in the windows, beckoning in more hopeless saps. Suckers.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Fiction
Banished
I don’t think I could have imagined what could have resulted when I fell in love. For many, love is something worth celebrating, something encouraged, and most crave it. You would think that when my parents found out I was ready to marry someone I loved, they would’ve been ecstatic.
By Sara Zervos3 years ago in Fiction
