Short Story
The Memorial service
The Memorial service Mr. Thomson prided himself on the calm respect of his calling. As the burial service executive within the little town of Maplewood, he had supervised the ultimate ceremonies of endless townspeople, each with the same fastidious care and grave regard. Nowadays, be that as it may, it feels distinctive. Nowadays, the town was saying farewell to Mrs. Elizabeth Benson, a lady adored by numerous.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
The Ones We Lean On
The Sun used to peek around the mountain and onto the small plot I’d built this cabin on, but not anymore. I couldn’t even remember the last time its light had shown anywhere around my home, like it had forgotten I was there. Its neglect allowed in the cold, an unceasing cold that lingered no matter the layers, furs, or fire used to combat it. It siphoned life from everything. Spindles of dead trees and dense brambles of lifeless shrubs surrounded the cabin in a bed of withered spikes, and the ground was brittle and frozen, incapable of producing even sparse grass let alone crops.
By Keb Rogers2 years ago in Fiction
Uncovering the Exhilarating Excursion. Content Warning.
Uncovering the Exhilarating Excursion: A Recap of "Beat up: Reclamation in New Orleans In the core of New Orleans, a city rich with culture and history, a strong story of boldness, equity, and recovery unfurls. "Beat up: Reclamation in New Orleans" is something other than an activity pressed thrill ride; it's an impactful investigation of racial strains and police defilement, secured by a heavenly execution from Naomie Harris. On the off chance that you haven't seen this holding film yet, this recap will provide you with a sample of the force and feeling that drive the story.
By Masonwabe Nyanga2 years ago in Fiction
The Rat King!
I awoke to the sound of sharp whining. I opened my eyes and saw my brother standing over me, out of breath from wailing. I opened my mental shutters and let the roar of frogs and crickets from outside flood in like sunlight. This was the third time this week.
By Nick Dehler2 years ago in Fiction
THE INHERITANCE - part twenty-one
THE INHERITANCE – part twenty-one ……… Welcome home ++++++++++ He looked into Kate’s green eyes and smiled, while she felt a whirlwind of emotions: excitement, trepidation, attraction. The wanting to flirt and yet pull away fought for prevalence. Her trance was broken by Mo’s words. “Well, then, I’ll tackle the second bedroom and see what needs to be done. I’ve about ninety minutes left before I need to leave but as soon as I take care of Shaun’s errand, I’ll be back. Shouldn’t take me more than two hours.”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
Con of Humanity | Part 2
Beneath Mount Etna Orazio’s body instantly disintegrated as it touched the scorching silver liquid, sending a harrowing stream of dark gray and brown smoke through the dense underground air. Clement shifted his arm to retrieve the pistol lodged within his waistband but a well placed bullet to his upper left shoulder prevented him from acquiring his weapon.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
I Have a Daymare. Content Warning.
Wilmington, Delaware, Summer 1988 His foot crushed another vial. The sound of the cracking glass did not faze him as he walked through this daymare. He picked up his pace and ran away from the walking dead, essentially. Young kids brought dollars into their pockets from the sales. All Dr. Horace Best wanted to do centered on visiting with his father. He looked distinguished like a minister wearing all black. He was forty-three-years-old. With the degrees to his name, one in oncology the other in psychology, he earned a doctorate in both studies. Hands reached out to him and attempted to grasp his black skin. He kept marching on to his childhood home. Once he reached his destination, the smell of crack smoke hung in the broad daylight. It smelled like the mixture of chemicals and burning plastic of the famous Delaware companies that pumped out plastic products.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
In a Lonelier Place. Runner-up in 3:00 AM Challenge.
The screech and jolt of hard brakes forced Laurel out of sleep. The car careering around a bend, a rock raised in temper. She had both been in the car and watching the car side swerve into the headlights of another driver. A strangled scream. Dizzy. Disorientated.
By Rachel Robbins2 years ago in Fiction
