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Alistair Discovers a Minor Structural Issue. Top Story - November 2024. Content Warning.
Act 1 Valentine’s Day We have reached the snowless part of winter in the humble American town of Kingsley, when a curtain of overcast is drawn over the sky, and the air hurts with deep sadness. The elementary school is done up in pink, pretty hearts in the windows, made by kids too young to have no idea what love is. People don’t go outside if they can help it. You can see a housewife or two carrying groceries back home from the store, or a runner from the local college taking a less-popular route through the downtown on the break between her classes. Otherwise, it’s empty. Nearly everyone’s inside, completing whatever tasks they’ve ascribed their lives to.
By Steven Christopher McKnight2 years ago in Fiction
Explorations on a Windy Day
The wind whistled across the nearby field, blowing against each blade of grass and forcing them into a polite bow while it listlessly blew through the deep green forest, rustling the leaves on the trees half-heartedly. It whirled in a cascade of mist over the blue and white flowers that bloomed in the bed of the diminutive brook far beneath as it tumbled high into the air and wreathed itself around a fall on the further side of the meadow. Then, with a frightful groan, it flung itself into a tunnel high up on the slope. But this restless wind soon wearied even of such trifling sports, and moaned sullenly as it flung itself over the edge of a steep cliff. Nothing was to be done, and worse still, nothing was to grace it.
By Nasser Mahmoud2 years ago in Fiction
On Stormy Nights, the Waltz
The next great adventure awaited, and so Wind sat sulkingly atop the cliff. Across the land, darkness spread. There was a light blazing vivid yellow and happy orange deep in the bush. Curious and hopeful, Wind flew down to take a closer look.
By Nasser Mahmoud2 years ago in Fiction
Unforeseen Events on a Blustery Day
The clouds, a distance away, were thickening and taking on an ominous appearance. The rain, now dribbling down, started to come together over the lake to brainstorm some plan. The wind shouldn't be getting mixed up with the ocean and the rain. The three together caused much havoc; today, however, just a little mayhem was perhaps what the wind needed. The rain danced beautifully on the deep blue seas, and wind raced off to join it, dropping from the top of the cliff.
By Nasser Mahmoud2 years ago in Fiction
Silence of a Windless Day
The sun was high to pour heat and brightness into the air. Boys wiped the sweat from their forehead and glared angrily at the sun on the field. Ladies sat gathered on their porches with wailing newborn babies, trying to get some relief in the shadeless yard. The mud had dried into cracking cakes of dirt, and plants withered under the blazing heat; nothing seemed to enjoy the heat of the sun without the cooling blast of air.
By Nasser Mahmoud2 years ago in Fiction
Blowing Down a Windy Day
Far away in the mountains huddled undulating plains behind the rock on which the wind sat. A dark dreadful wall began to rise over the horizon, formed of quite another sort of cloud than the fleecy ones whose folds the sun lolled in, or the intermediate ones wherein rain danced over the sea. It knew that energy sizzled, eager to break free and hail waited in the dark wrinkles of these clouds. Wind merrily ran from the cliffside to join in the celebration, and storm had come out to play.
By Nasser Mahmoud2 years ago in Fiction
