Series
"Riccy: A Hero's Journey of Courage and Sacrifice"
Introduction In the bustling streets of Delhi, a town teeming with lifestyles and energy, an wonderful story of courage, loyalty, and sacrifice unfolds. At its coronary heart is Riccy, a courageous and deserted pup who finds an sudden hero in the midst of chaos. Their ride collectively takes them thru the trials of army training, hazardous deployments, and the resilience of recovery. As their bond deepens, Riccy and his handler grow to be an inseparable team, forging a route of honor and advocacy for the awareness of animal heroes.
By Shreeshyam Enterprises3 years ago in Fiction
The Memory Watch
Eleanor pushed the wooden panel door and it creaked open to reveal the Watchmaker’s shop. An assortment of clocks, different in size, design and shape, adorned the old tattered wallpaper. The clock-covered wall faced another wall, on which numerous posters and pictures were hung. The shop’s floor squeaked under Eleanor’s feet as she made her way to the polished wooden counter. The shop smelled like old wood and burned metal. An old man bent over a small wristwatch, behind him an old beaten up wooden door. The man was engrossed in the watch and Eleanor did not want to disturb the aged man, divulged in his craft. So she went over to the posters and pictures.
By Aida M. Aly3 years ago in Fiction
Street Metals. Content Warning.
Even at her worst, Stacey always seemed to marvel at the spirituality in being awake before sunrise. There was something so serene in padding into the kitchen, going under the sink to grab the appropriate sized white metal pot from the set with the red painted rims and matching rubber handles to boil water on the stove to make the daily pitcher of sweet-tea. The size of the pot along with the size of the pitcher varied over the years and one would assume that was because the variation would correlate with size of the family.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Street Metals . Content Warning.
“And I blame you for that shit, Jay” Magnolia said as she decided to go out into the garage and check in the freezer for something that resembled seafood. “Just like I’m blaming you for the fact that t’aint no seafood in Mama’s house.”
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Street Metals. Content Warning.
One thing’s for certain;two things for sho, Malik was not about to eat at no chain restaurant no matter good they claimed their pancakes was. He always was on the lookout for those illuminated roadside sandwich board signs with the arrow that stopped blinking years ago. The kind of place that still made their lemonade and sweet tea in those large, plastic, igloo containers with the red button on the spout worn away from being pushed so much.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Red. Content Warning.
Gabriel stares at the roses sitting on top of his sister's gravestone. With a blank look, he picks them up and plays with the white ribbon keeping the bundle together. Andrea would have loved these flowers; they came from her treasured rosebush. A lump develops in Gabriel's throat, making it hard for him to breathe and blurring his vision.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Fiction
Waking Up to Nothing Part 5
Boarded buildings and entryways, high wooden planks, and large sheets of corrugated metal gave the illusion of a walkway as people lined up with their goods. Many risked their lives hoping to bargain for something better, anything that would buy them an extra day. Some traded weapons for food and supplies or essentially anything that once required money.
By Troi McAdory 3 years ago in Fiction
