Short Story
Lockert Barnes and the Mistress of the Volcano
It's been hours since Lockert and his men landed on this island, this island of darkness and destruction. They have been in search for treasure in a long and morose forest. Trudging step by step as birds eerily chirped all around, they find themselves slowly being engulfed in this endless maze. Drawing nearer to the center if the forest, the adventurers find themselves at an entrance to a cave that seemingly led to a long dark passage.
Raine LeggettPublished about an hour ago in FictionDaughter.
The girl sighed as she stared defeatedly at the unremarkable ceiling over head. Gentle rays of light danced against the light blue walls of the room. The sun rose slowly in the sky, the beautiful mixes of oranges and yellows and pinks, replacing the black and navy of the night before. The girl ran a hand through her red hair. Another sleepless night had come and gone. Her chest rose and fell in a gentle rhythm as she contemplated doing it today.
Cianna WilliamsPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionPale Shelter
Micah Redmane always hated roller coasters. Ever since his mother took him to Coney Island when he was 8 and forced him onto The Hurricane with his older brother, Angus. It was almost like she felt compelled to forget they were immigrants by doing American activities. He would have been just as happy playing stickball with his mates. But no. She had to stuff him full of grimy Nathan’s hot dogs and Coke and pop him into the rickety seat with his brother. One minute they were headed up, the next there was projectile vomit from him landing on two seats ahead of him. That was his first and last carnival ride and he vowed never to be forced into anything and to always be in charge and control.
Michael J MasseyPublished about 9 hours ago in Fiction
A Quick Run
It's 2:30 AM. The sky is at its darkest, you can almost get lost inside it's cold empty stare. Ring Ring Ring , Ring Ring Ring, Ring Ring Ring goes the neglected alarm of DeAndre Knight. Ring Rin ... , it's time for DeAndre to go on his Early Morning Run. The bright flash of light hits his puffy face as he prepares for yet another day. A missed call from " Lorenzo", a text message from " Lauren ❤️", then a few notifications from Twitter & Facebook welcomes DeAndre. He scrolls through his Social Media for a couple of minutes as he lets his body slowly wake up.
Sidney ColemanPublished about 12 hours ago in FictionThe Art of Baseball
“I’ll try, Mr. Abelson." The light of the principal’s office glinted off of Cameron’s gold-colored glasses, the circle rims framing his discouraged eyes. Two trips to the principal’s office within the first month of school wasn’t bad, was it? Surely there were other kids who had seen Mr. Abelson more than him. And probably for worse things too.
Brandon MerrillPublished a day ago in Fiction
The Purple Pest
Thomas scrolled through his phone, skim reading the latest article from BBC news - ‘Oxfordshire Botanist warns farming community of the dangers of new genetically modified plants’. The bus ride home had been uneventful at best, as had the school day. The most exciting thing to occur was during lunchtime, when the maths class Thomas had been reluctantly making notes in was not allowed outside during lunch, much to the student's chagrin. Instead of running riot around the school grounds in the fresh winter air, each of Thomas’ classmates sat at their desk under the stifling eye of Miss Wickombe, eventually succumbing to the temptation of their mobile phones to pass the time. However, Thomas was slightly craftier than his classmates, and a lot more mischievous. He raised his hand and waited for Miss Wickombe to look over her spectacles and notice. It took a little while and some not-so-subtle coughing but eventually he had her attention.
ThatWriterWomanPublished a day ago in Fiction
No more connection
It was a warm sunny afternoon as I walked through the park letting the warmth of the sunshine on my face. Just walking along the path thinking about the day. Didn’t realize I got lost in thought when I bumped into you. Hadn’t seen you for a few days. Thought that you decided to give up on all we had been working towards. We then decided to walk over to a bench and talk things out. It didn’t feel like we could work through this, but we figured it wouldn’t hurt to try.
MICHELLE SMITHPublished a day ago in FictionOrphan Ivy
Author's Warning: This short story doesn't have a nice tidy ending but instead is open ended. If that's not your thing, feel free to read something else! ~ C
Caitlin McCollPublished a day ago in FictionA Future That Time Forgot
Author's Warning: This short story doesn't have a nice tidy ending but instead is open ended. If that's not your thing, feel free to read something else! ~ C
Caitlin McCollPublished a day ago in FictionLose a Man, Gain a Promotion
Nine years ago I walked my three-year-old son, Jason, down the street away from my marital home. After securing him in the baby seat in the back, I climbed into the front passenger side of another man’s company car.
Karen MadejPublished a day ago in Fiction
Fairy Tale in White
Fairy Tale in White I’m sitting in my pristine white dress, heart racing, butterflies in my stomach, my big day has finally arrived. As I wait to be told that it’s time to make the walk I can’t help but look back on my life. It’s a walk I’ve dreamed of making so many times, in fact no matter how far I think back, I can’t remember dreaming of anything else.
Rob WatsonPublished a day ago in Fiction
Lycan Creation Story
The tale begins when a man and a woman were madly in love with each other, as many of these tales do. The man’s name was Lycas and the woman’s name was Lunas, and it was a match made in the heavens. They would spend every moment with each other, professing their love to one another and promising to be wed when they came of age.
Katelyn SavellPublished a day ago in Fiction
