Short Story
Delicious and sweet taste of durian fruit at my place
Sure, here’s a story in a casual tone about the delicious and sweet taste of durian fruit: --- So, the other day I had this incredible experience with durian fruit at my place. If you've never tried durian, you're missing out on a whole adventure of flavors. I know it gets a bad rap because of the smell, but trust me, once you get past that, it's like discovering a hidden treasure.
By Aver Averer2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadowed Coven
Within the depths of the shadowy forest, where moonlight struggles to breach the dense tree cover, exists a concealed realm of enchantment. In the midst of tangled roots and rustling leaves, whispers spread about a coven. A gathering of witches with power comparable to the ancient gods. Legend has it that those who enter their realm never escape. They become trapped eternally in the bewitching forest’s web of enchantment.
By Brenda Fluharty2 years ago in Fiction
The Price I Pay. Top Story - May 2024. Content Warning.
Here is a link to Randy Baker's Challenge: Prompted #4 *** Joseph It smells like desperation. Actually, it smells like bleach trying to hide the smell of urine, death, and desperation permanented into the studs of my new home. Even as the perky redhead in scrubs pushes me around in my wheelchair, blathering on about the different rooms and the schedule for the week, I can see a man pouring bleach in a bucket, preparing yet another attempt to mask the bits of horrid smell still peeking through.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
23-Year-old Young Lady Survives Enormous Brain Drain
23-Year-old Young Lady Survives Enormous Brain Drain The Kansas City discussion crackled with summer warmth as Sarah, a dynamic 23-year-old with a mane of red hot ruddy hair, cheered for the Royals. It was a picture-perfect day - hot mutts, daylight, and the excitement of the amusement. Small did she know, a storm brewed inside her cranium, a quiet risk holding up to eject.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
How to Write a Book about your Life?
Writing a book about your life is a deeply personal and rewarding endeavor. To ensure the process is both professional and impactful, consider the following steps. Start by hiring professional ebook writers who can help you articulate your experiences effectively. These experts bring a wealth of knowledge in narrative structure, pacing, and character development, ensuring your life story resonates with readers.
By Janice Almond2 years ago in Fiction
Death at Denby Hall
Death at Denby Hall D. A. Ratliff One thing I learned since moving to England is that the Brits know how to throw a party. And not only a pub party with pints and darts but a proper afternoon garden party. A party with women in afternoon dresses and fascinators and men in morning coats while white-gloved servers kept the buffet table full of finger foods and champagne poured freely. I attended that perfect party—perfect until Iris Elrod found Vicar Murphy at the springhouse, dead.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
WHO SAID THAT?
WHO SAID THAT? Turn off the radio Annaleigh and her sons were in the kitchen putting on the finishing touches on the dinner they’d been cooking. Her younger son, Luke made the salad, while her older son, Ian, set the table. Ani (as she liked to be called) had just pulled the lasagna out of the oven. Setting the dish on the wooden hotplate to cool enough to eat without burning their tongues, she grabbed the glasses from the cupboard and placed them on the table. Ian took the iced tea from the refrigerator and set the pitcher on the counter.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
Rage, rage against the dying of the night. Content Warning.
It all happened so fast. From the Doctor telling me there was no 'Get out', 'Hail Mary' or even a 'Wild Card' to the realisation I would not see 2025. No, no smart shuffle could cheat the reaper's reap this time. I wouldn't celebrate 25 years of wonderful marriage to my soul mate, Jenny. To say it was a shit card to deal with was putting it lightly.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Peace & The Talking Flower
Let Nature be your teacher. - William Wordsworth. Once upon a time, there was a dark blonde haired, rosy-cheeked, bubbly, free-spirited, caring, and adorable 8-year-old girl named Peace. She lived in a comfy, cottage-resembling, gorgeous, little mahogany house on top of a green hill, surrounded by a large variety of plants and trees. Nature and the outdoors were Peace’s best friends; she’d notice the flowers greet the sun and clouds, frolic in the rain and puddles, cuddle with the trees, and take afternoon naps on the grassy green hills. These were the simplest things that fed her soul every spring.
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Fiction
