Short Story
McMurtry’s Bucket List. Top Story - July 2024.
McMurtry is tying flies when he first hears the helicopter approaching up the sound. His ears may be sprouting snowy tufts to match what hair peeks out from under his cap, but they’re as keen as they were sixty years ago.
By Matthew Clapham2 years ago in Fiction
The Temptations of Dating a Wealthy Married Man
Once upon a time, in a small town, there lived a woman named Jennifer. She had a loving husband and two beautiful children. However, her world came crashing down when she discovered that her husband had been cheating on her. The pain was unbearable, and Jennifer made the difficult decision to leave her husband and take her children with her.
By Emmanuel Ojenike2 years ago in Fiction
The Life Story of a Squirrel In English . Content Warning.
The Tail of Pip A Squirrel's Chronicle The world was a haze of stirring leaves and dappled daylight when Pip initially aired out an eye. Brought into the world in the core of a transcending oak, settled among his kin in a comfortable drey, his reality was the glow of fur and the encouraging fragrance of his mom, Hazel. The initial not many weeks were a tornado of bungling efforts to nurture, fun loving nips at his kin, and the stifled hints of the backwoods separating through the woven twigs of their home. One bright evening, a bedlam of tweets and invigorated chitters drew Pip's consideration. His mom, vigorous and smooth, pushed him towards the opening. Dread, a basic intuition, beat through him as he looked at the bewildering dip under. Be that as it may, the commitment of experience was compelling. He made a conditional stride, his minuscule paws scrabbling for buy on the unpleasant bark. The world shifted, his heart pounded, however a flood of invigoration washed over him as he crawled forward. The woodland floor was a disclosure. Oak seeds, stout and brown, littered the ground, a gala for inquisitive eyes. In any case, risk snuck as well. A stir in the undergrowth sent Pip scrambling up a close by tree, his ragged tail jerking with apprehensive energy. A bird of prey, with wings the shade of tempest mists, flying above, its puncturing look creeping him out.
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Fiction
THE INHERITANCE - part thirteen
THE INHERITANCE – part thirteen……… Welcome home ++++++++++ Kate called the local B&B and recognized Martha Anderson’s voice. She’d only met her once when she stayed the night a few weeks before, but Martha had a distinctive but subtle nasal twang in her voice.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
ADVENTURE TO FIND TREASURE
In the small, picturesque town of Pinebrook, nestled between dense forests and rolling hills, lived four friends: Lily, Emily, Jack, and Ben. Their bond was forged in childhood, solidified by countless adventures and an unbreakable trust. They spent their days exploring the woods, climbing trees, and dreaming of far-off places and hidden treasures.
By ayesha nadeem2 years ago in Fiction
THE INHERITANCE - part thirteen
THE INHERITANCE – part thirteen……… Welcome home ++++++++++ Kate called the local B&B and recognized Martha Anderson’s voice. She’d only met her once when she stayed the night a few weeks before, but Martha had a distinctive but subtle nasal twang in her voice.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
The Hushed Valley
In the throat of Dunmire Valley, where shadows breathed and forgotten whispers clung to the mist like lost souls, there lay a village that time had forsaken. It huddled beneath a perpetual pale fog, its cottages hunched against the encroaching woods as if trying to hide from the ancient eyes that watched from between gnarled trunks.
By Caleb Lahr2 years ago in Fiction
