Microfiction
Under The Moon
The world was silent the night it happened. The full moon refused to shine bright and the crickets didn’t grumble as I trampled on their playground. As my mother’s daughter, I should have respected the omen and not seek him out. I did see him, my moonlight lover, as the eerie night blanketed us.
By Pore Camara3 years ago in Fiction
Her Quescénnoia
Antonia only liked people on rare occassions. Usually when there were restrictions in place, like in libraries, where the expectation was that one's mouth would mostly remain shut. Or in movie theatres, where the same unspoken rules applied. Parties were abject torture, unless she was able to secure the a wallflower and pluck them from the rest. It was likely she would remain holed up in a far corner of an upstairs room for the remainder of the evening, discussing everything from Greek philosophy to 14th century textiles, until it was acceptable to return home.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Fiction
amourlust
Hanging on, it's what she did best. Telling Mia to give up, was like lighting fire to a short, temperamental fuse, and expecting a slow burn. She didn't know the meaning of the word quit, and never understood how quickly some would reach this conclusion.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Fiction
Lumilya
Evelyn got up to the incessant chirping of her alarm. She rolled over in bed, moaning, and squeezed rest, trusting to induce some more hours of rest before she had to confront the day ahead. The morning was full of meetings and deadlines and stress. Evelyn couldn’t wait to climb out of bed and out into the fresh, cold, and chaotic world outside.
By Kageno Hoshino3 years ago in Fiction
Set(h)
What is this? Who am I? Rising from a shadow, the warmth rolls along skin and speckles. It hurts, just a bit. What is that brightness? It stings to look at. Don’t look at it, but its heat feels divine. Familiar, the blue of the sky enfolding and comforting, like a mother’s embrace.
By Nicole Fenn3 years ago in Fiction
Marvelite
Marvelite - someone who is a big fan of the Marvel Comics brand. Taraja Jordyn woke up this morning and realized he was a “Marvelite” - someone who has a fanatic love for the Marvel Comics brand. He woke up that morning excited because the movie Deadpool 3 was coming out in theaters that night and he was going to see it with a group of his friends. After getting a shower he got dressed in a pair of blue jeans sporting a Wolverine T-shirt. It was a little cold outside so he was going to need some arm wear and decided to grab his Avengers jacket. As if that wasn’t enough he also wanted to be stylish so he put on his daredevil beanie, along with a silver X-Men necklace he loved to wear.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare
It was a quiet night, the moon hanging low in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the small town of Willowbrook. Sarah lay in her bed, her eyes heavy with exhaustion, but sleep eluding her like a distant dream. The room was still, the only sound the occasional rustling of leaves outside her window. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that the darkness held secrets it was reluctant to reveal.
By Stevee Tobs3 years ago in Fiction
WHY DO WE DREAM?
In the ancient civilizations of Mesopotamia and Egypt, dreams were regarded with great significance, often recorded and interpreted for their hidden meanings. Millennia later, our quest to decipher the enigmatic world of dreams continues, fueled by scientific research and technological advancements. While we have made significant strides in understanding the nature of dreams, there remain intriguing theories that shed light on their profound purpose.
By React Wizards3 years ago in Fiction
