Psychological
Vision of Amaya. Content Warning.
Amaya woke suddenly, the ice cold grip of early morning air ripping her out of a nightmare. All was quiet. The sun had not yet bathed the hills in its light. The birds were silent, waiting for the sunlight to reach across the world and warm their feathers. Dawn was still a couple hours away.
By Maddy Newt10 months ago in Fiction
Past Lives. Content Warning.
War made for odd couples. To Private Jim Mclellan, Sepp seemed a good man; better at least than some of the monsters he heard stories of deeper into the Reich. Real monsters. This Sepp almost reminded Jim of his uncle; the one from Wisconsin he met a few times at Weddings.
By Matthew J. Fromm10 months ago in Fiction
No Signal
The first thing Lorelei noticed was the sound. Not silence — she had expected silence — but a roaring, ceaseless, all-consuming noise. The surf. It came from every direction, a white static that swallowed everything else, and for a long, disoriented moment she thought she had gone deaf and the world had filled the gap with its own voice.
By Parsley Rose 10 months ago in Fiction
What is Kept. Runner-Up in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge.
Spring First Visit She arrived in the early afternoon with her youngest daughter. They parked on the street, one house down from where they used to. The walk to the door was short and familiar, bordered by plants that had begun to recover unevenly from winter—some already green, others still brittle at the edges.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales10 months ago in Fiction
Perfectly Preserved Envy.. Honorable Mention in Rituals of Affection Challenge.
My youth is perfectly preserved in a special wallet within the mind palace of my existence. Every so often, I open the wallet - frown and grimace at her lovely soft chocolate exterior - my once richly layered lovely young self. Oh, how I have become so envious, when I compare her to my convoluted and annoying mature self.
By Novel Allen10 months ago in Fiction
A Friar's Secret.
Beneath the crumbling stones of an ancient convent lies a chamber the church had conveniently forgotten...sealed behind walls of prayer and silence. For many years it existed, quietly gathering cobwebs and keeping its secrets. But one soul had rediscovered this vault of treasure, this place which had once been transformed into a lair of pilfered opulence - an intoxicating blend of sanctity and decadence.
By Antoni De'Leon10 months ago in Fiction
The Course of True Love
For months I have admired you from afar. Across the office floor, I drink in every detail of you as if you are a rich red wine. I dream of the life we could have together. I picture our first date, the wedding that will follow, our house, even the children we will have. A boy and a girl, one for me and one for you.
By Sebastian Swift10 months ago in Fiction
