Short Story
Shadows
When she wasn’t around him, she plotted ways to keep it that way. She had lived with him for 4 years now since her mother passed away, her stepfather Eric was the most disgusting man she had she ever had the displeasure of coming in contact with. Tabitha had slowly lost herself over the years since her mother’s passing she was now a shadow of who she once was , her stepfather would treat her as everything but his daughter , unthinkable things including taking her innocence, everything she did was wrong to him he found faults in her every move and she had no one to tell, her mother had no family and her stepfather’s family was just as useless as he was , she’d had enough, something had to change about her situation either he changed or she changed him and she had only one option
By Mercy Abdu2 years ago in Fiction
strawberry kisses
Adoria POV Working in the bakery was a dream for me, it was so cozy and so sweet and it was mine. My bakery was covered in ingredients for my sweet treats, I ran around with flour over my apreon that has straweberry patterns all over it! Serving customers left and right I was exhausted.. and then a boquet of flowers blinded my sight, as I peered to see who was behind the boquet I saw the most perfect figure in the world, Aiden, my boyfriend. Aiden had began persuing me ever since I had opened my bakery, he'd come back often to get cakes and sandwhiches for his family and his colleuges all time, he was a boss of a massive comapny Lee-Arnault Diamonds, never in a million years I'd think he'd choose me. "For my baby and a cup of tea please" I blushed and took the flowers putting them in a vase on my counter as Aiden sat himself down. He didn't appear so sweet but he was like sugar, his tall figure, brown eyes and long hair tied back in a slick bun hid his cuteness and his friendliness the side I only saw. His parents didn't know anything about him, I'm sure they woudn't want him to marry a baker girl. "So" He said as I handed him his cup of tea as he payed me in kisses on my cheek, "I'm throwing a party tomorrow and I need you to come..I need to introduce you to my parents" I gasped I was afraid, I told him that I couldn't, they would hate me and we should just wait untill we got engaged or something but his eyes told me I had too, his parents became suspicious and wanted to know who he was dating, he coudn't hold me back anymore. I eventually closed my shop and we walked around the park, my pink dress swayed in the wind as his veiny hands gripped man, we strolled around the park and ate some cupcakes I had with me. They tasted sweet like strawberrys, Aiden always reffered my taste with strawberrys, he said I smelt and tasted like them when he'd kiss me. I blushed and giggled eating the cupcakes, we sat on a bench near by chatting as I weaved a flower crown for my prince, thinking about meeting his parents.
By Tiana Bird2 years ago in Fiction
Underneath The Lychgate. Content Warning.
These steps feel uncertain as the Earth they cover. Attempting to remember everything I have heard about this tradition. A ritual. One that can only be activated should you trail your steps underneath the lychgate. Lifting my solemn head high, the ceiling of stone haunts me. Will this power be fulfilled with such hesitation? Trepidation and so much fear. Without breathing, I force my feet forward through the tunnel. Into the garden of re-birth and spirit.
By Katerina Petrou2 years ago in Fiction
A Witchy Summer Solstice
It was a hot summer day in the Santa Clarita valley, temperatures got over one-hundred degrees. Justine and her friends who were on summer break from high school were at Santa Monica beach and started talking about the summer solstice, Ben, the youngest in the group wearing blue and black swim trunks was laying on a towel next to Justine.
By Robert Kegel2 years ago in Fiction
My Cold Mafia Boss Jungkook. Content Warning.
Y/N POV I was waiting for my cold mafia husband jungkook, I missed him so much. Laying on my bed watching reels my hubby opens. "hey jagiya" Oh hey jungkook, I turn over and walk off the bed and hug him, his body was so cold and there was blood! Gwenchana oppa!? (Are you okay in korean) "Gwenchanca Gwenchana" (I'm ok) I was so worried for him. The he pushedme on the bed and kissed my petite face. Ah~ yeobooo. Then he walked away "go get me a glass a water" I rushed and grabbed the water for him. Instead of drinking he poured it over his body and flipped his hair back. "Cold" I giggled he was so harsh yet so dreamy haha. I walked my self to the sofa as he ate his green salad. I walked over to him, hmm jagiyaaa, wae jalsaenggyeosseoyo!!! (Honey why are you so handsome) "I don't know baby, just genes hmm"?? I giggled and then he pushed me agaisnt the counter and he stroked my hair. "I have to go fight the men tonight" I didn't like it when jungkook went away but he was a cold mafia I had to let him be. "Goodnight my beautiful queen I will see you in the morning" I loved my Jungkook mafia oppa so much he was so handsome, I miss him already so I put my cute pink pajamas on and did my skin care and went to sleep. When I woke up jungkook was next to me asleep with his handsome face and his arms around my tiny waist as he pulled me closer.
By Tiana Bird2 years ago in Fiction
A Re-Discovery of Hope
A shaft of sunlight caresses my cheek, the warmth making me smile as I open my eyes. “Happy Summer Solstice Day dear sun,” I murmur, my breath fogging in front of me. It might be officially summer, but the mornings could still be frosty.
By Heather Zieffle 2 years ago in Fiction
The Solstice Awakening
On the longest day of the year, the town of Salisbury revived an ancient solstice ritual, one that had not been performed in living memory. Nestled between dense woods and a quiet river, Salisbury had always been a place of mystery and old traditions. Yet, as the years passed, many of these customs had faded into the background of life until curiosity and an old book brought them back to life.
By Izzibella Beau2 years ago in Fiction
Arabica
African Highlands The town of Arabica was founded during an age when the concept of time was still a primitive understanding. Yet, within the realm of those primordial minds, a secret ritual has endured the rust of numerous millenia and is just as strong today as it was during its unexpected inception.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
