Short Story
Just a Minuet
Mahogany eyes reflected flickering flames. Chandeliers and their abundance of candles bathed the evening in an orange glow as they swayed above them. Music from the quintet, sequestered on a balcony above the melee, barely drowned out the hum of chatter from those standing along the walls, watching the couples move across the open floor to the beat. Those eyes, they were pools of an unknown depth. They hid many a secret and danger but enticed all the same.
By Morgan Christy Rickards3 years ago in Fiction
Contest
''60 seconds on the clock... Good luck.'' Well, he had to say it, didn't he? ''Good luck...'' If there was one thing that Gordon Roach did not want to hear with all the lights on him and that sing-song music playing all around them, it was that phrase. Why couldn't there be something else you said to someone in a moment like this; maybe ''Break a leg'' was a little too old?
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Falling Tea
The teacup fell at an alarmingly laggardly rate, as if mocking the certainty of Earth’s nine-point-eight metres per second per second gravitational acceleration. And I don’t mean it took a long time to decide to fall, wobbling around like a bowling pin, teasing you as it arrives tantalisingly close to that twelve-point-five-degree angle where its downfall is definite. I mean that from where it had been sitting on the railing of my balcony, about three-point-five metres from the ground below, it took much longer to reach its final destination than the eighth of a second it should have taken.
By Dominic Casey-Lee3 years ago in Fiction
Six-Shooters
Spurs sang among the dust, kicked up by weather-worn boots. Some of the townsfolk looked on from behind boarded windows. Others peeked round the corners of ramshackle lean-tos. All were silent. The whites of their eyes danced, for the stranger had finally appeared. One minute to high noon.
By Rhys Barnard Jones3 years ago in Fiction
On the Line. Content Warning.
“All you have to do is sign on the line, darling…” Nellie studied Al's face for any sign of ulterior motives behind the smile and the pet names… the exact same ones the creeps called her before they took what they wanted. Just thinking about it made her skin crawl! Men always wanted something. What did Al want?
By Morgan Rhianna Bland3 years ago in Fiction
Scoops of Love: A Sweet Romance
Alright, get ready for a story that's as sweet as a double scoop of your favorite ice cream and as heartwarming as a hug from your loved one. We're diving into the world of "Ice Cream and Love," where every bite is a little taste of happiness and every moment is filled with sweetness.
By Wisnu Trilung Waluyo Jati3 years ago in Fiction
Parents’ Fear of Aging
Many people believe that the most obvious characteristic of growing older is fear. This notion is often encapsulated by the internet saying, “No matter how fearless you are in your youth, as you age, worries about life start to creep in.”
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 years ago in Fiction
