Short Story
Brushed Silver and the Fountain of Youth
The hands of the desperate student in Square 3 launched the cruelest possible play. They cherry-bombed me across the playground. It was an unusually hot spring day, and the sun obliterated my line of sight as I attempted to follow the ball. Nevertheless, I took off. By ten seconds, my sneakers collected a few extra strides off the well-worn asphalt. I had reached the red ball, grabbing it just before it rolled down the slopes of the storm drain. With 5 seconds to get back, I knew I wouldn't make it. It seemed like Square 3's Hail Mary had been intentional. I could be intentional, too. I never turned back, vindictively making the gym across the playground my new port-of-call. The screams of inconvenienced players gave wind to my sails.
By Bethany Yoder3 years ago in Fiction
Finding light in the midst of darkness
Once upon a time, in a small coastal town nestled between rugged mountains, there lived a young woman named Maya. Maya had always been known for her warm and calming presence, even in the most challenging of times. She had a serene aura that seemed to bring comfort to those around her.
By Syahrul Klk3 years ago in Fiction
Effort will not betray the results
Once upon a time in a quaint little village nestled between rolling hills, there lived a young girl named Lily. Now, Lily wasn't the strongest or the smartest among her peers, but what she lacked in natural talent, she made up for with her boundless determination and unwavering effort.
By Syahrul Klk3 years ago in Fiction
Crossed
Long ago, before the sexes were born, two equally different humans existed. Then, they shared the V chromosome, until one day the V unfolded itself into an X. For one human the X doubled, but only one prevailed, barring the other. When the other's V unfolded Y slipped into place, perfectly aligning itself within X, determining a new pathway. Female and Male formed, along with their bodies' mindful voices.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
Way of The Coondi
This story was originally published on Medium. ************** Fear and uncertainty hangs heavy and low over the heads of The Coondi. This predator, about twice the size of each Coondi, is somewhere above them. Zaloo holds his breath, knowing one miniscule movement can alert his position, and that of the rest of The Coondi, to the predator.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 years ago in Fiction
Every Second Counts
Leaving work late one evening, Lizzy decided that she would take the back way home, avoiding the potential perils of downtown traffic. She typically didn't like to travel those roads on rainy days, they were rough and curvy, and as the sun set, made it difficult to see the lines. But after the kind of day she'd had, she couldn't bear the thought of dealing with other drivers.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Fiction
Big Bad Wolf
In the beginning was the wolf. A fearsome combination of ferocious vanity and utter incompetence, he was only ever a cypher. Existing to embody our unspoken fears while simultaneously assuaging them. He turned out to be a simpleton, bested by a schoolgirl, outwitted by those three giggling piglets.
By Andy Potts3 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Truths
It’s known that the small, sleepy town of Whispering Pines lies in the heart of the Appalachians. Nestled between towering trees, rolling hills, and mountains that touched the sky, it exuded a quaint charm that masked a darker truth beneath its serene facade.
By Jaidah Hodge3 years ago in Fiction
