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Yellow. Top Story - August 2023. Content Warning.
Make sure to read these first. *** A month after the funeral The first thing I noticed when I walked in her old room was the peeling yellow paint on the exposed brick. Then the small pen mark from the time a three-year-old Andrea drew on the wall and Mom couldn't wipe away the last bit. A trail of petite red stain creating a path from the bathroom to the bedroom entrance, the notches on the door frames.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page 7
When Shanna opened her eyes after a deep thorough sleep through the night, she was uncomfortably warm. She saw and heard that the air conditioning unit in the bedroom window was still on and blowing, yet she thought she might be sweating. She sat up and saw that two thick comforter blankets were on her twin bed in a messy pile. "I guess I should have made the beds yesterday," she murmured to herself. She looked around the room and saw Selia sitting on the top of her boombox which was set on the small wooden side table between her bed and Norman's bed. Norman was already up, gone. Shanna wondered what time it was.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Magic, Elements, and Boundless Dreams. Content Warning.
In the realm of the fantastical, where magic flowed freely and animals spoke, there existed a curious creature named Lumina, the First Bluebird. Her radiant feathers shimmered with the brilliance of the clearest sky, casting an enchanting hue wherever she flew. Lumina was not like the other birds in the kingdom; she possessed a unique and mesmerizing aura that set her apart. As the realm thrived with vibrant life, the wise old turtle named Terran held the key to its enigmatic origins. Terran's ancient wisdom and deep understanding of the world's secrets made him the go-to source for those seeking the answers to the realm's mysteries.
By Shams Ul Qammar3 years ago in Fiction
Virgo's Child
Running, away toward, she wasn’t sure. Claire would help her, she was sure of it. Surely Claire who could not bear children of her own, she would take care of her and the child. She only needed to stay long enough for William to find her. He couldn’t be dead; the men were lying when they said that the ship was lost to the sea. He would return to her he would always return to her. The house was not that far she could see it in the distance. Running as fast as she could in her skirts, with her belly heavy with child, she felt the first pangs of labor. The baby was coming, and soon. Tripping on her skirts she fell directly into the arms of a servant fetching water from the well.
By Kylie Barnes 3 years ago in Fiction
Embracing Euphony
Chapter 1: Unspoken Longings The summer breeze gently ruffled Gil's tousled hair as he stood on the familiar street corner, staring down the road with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. This was the day he would see Mary again, the day his heart would dance to the rhythm of her presence. Six years had woven threads of connection between them, weaving a tapestry of shared laughter, secrets, and fleeting glances that lingered far longer than they should.
By Júlia Chingore3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman page five
When Shanna awoke on Monday morning it was about 7 a.m. She dragged herself to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. That was her habit and routine. Coffee. She didn't wake up and rush to the bathroom to wash her face or brush her teeth. She couldn't even think about dealing with life or thinking without at least one cup of coffee. Whether this was a superficial belief or a deep truth, she didn't care to change it. She was comfortably settled about the daily ritual.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
Embracing the Beauty of Life: A Journey of Self-Exploration and Acceptance
Introduction Life is a profound journey, woven with a tapestry of emotions, experiences, and growth. It is a timeless voyage of self-discovery and acceptance, inviting us to savour the essence of being. As we embark on this expedition of the soul, let us draw inspiration from the reflections of a wise soul who has learned to cherish life's simplest pleasures and embrace the ebb and flow of existence. In this blog, we delve deeper into her profound insights, understanding how we too can find beauty in every moment and embark on a quest of self-awareness.
By Rohit Singh3 years ago in Fiction
The Existential Woman
The next day, Shanna was sitting in her cushy chair looking over some stickers that she thought she might use for a new deck of cards. She was frustrated as she looked them over. She didn't really like the style of the stickers and there wasn't enough of them to create the number of cards she wanted to make. She put the stickers in a folder and back on the shelf and decided that she could not make the cards. Reba would have to wait until Shanna could figure out how to make a quality deck.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
