Short Story
Emperor's Empowering Exalting Exposed Empire
"Goodness, what a buffoon." "Hush, Ceolwulf. We're guests here," she elbowed his ribs. "Humor me, Celeste. His idiocy displays excessive naivety. Him doing this, inviting us, including his potential enemies, exemplifies his weaknesses."
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
Don't Let Go.
Why did I let go of his hand? When did I let go of his hand? He was right here with me a second ago I know he was. "George" I called out his name turning in a circle and looking back down the aisle for any sign of the red bobbled hat I put on his head this morning.
By Michael Naylor3 years ago in Fiction
One Minute Prayer
Aaron Moses is laying in bed in his family home surrounded by friends and family. He has been sick for some time now and death is not far. As his family of children, grandchildren, siblings, friends and of course his wife surround him there are mixed emotions in the air. Some are of sadness that he has reached his final day. Others are of peace that he will have to suffer no longer. Some of his loved ones are even happy under the spirit of appreciation for all the amazing years that they have shared with him and now he is off to a better place.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
The Hour Long Minute. Top Story - April 2024.
I’m finally off of work from my overnight shift and now comes the hard part. I do Ride-share driving for about two or three hours after I get off of work each morning, not only to make ends meet, but to put away a little extra money for my rapidly approaching wedding.
By Earl W. Pearl3 years ago in Fiction
Top 5 Benefits of Reading Moral Stories
Introduction: In the digital era, where screens dominate our daily interactions, the timeless tradition of reading stories, particularly moral stories, offers numerous benefits. Moral stories, often simple narratives designed to impart ethical lessons, have been an integral part of human culture across civilizations. They not only entertain but also educate and enlighten both children and adults.
By Short Moral Tales3 years ago in Fiction
Lost Romance
Lost Romance There were things that happened in my life about ten years ago that still have an impact. Even though I lived in a busy metropolis, the summer heat made me long for the peace and quiet of the countryside. My wish to meander among verdant surroundings and tall trees intensified. Armed with a little red automobile and a reliable map, I set off into the nighttime countryside.
By Abdul Qayyum3 years ago in Fiction
Three Oh Eight. Runner-Up in Just a Minute Challenge.
The vintage clock flips its last number from seven to eight on the nightstand. Electrical currents and the messages they carry shift too subtly for you to wake. If a doctor were here with sticky electrodes attached to your scalp and red and blue wires braiding away toward a screen, they would call this a seizure. But you do not know this, and there are no doctors around to know that they need to check.
By Penny Fuller3 years ago in Fiction
Just a Minute
In a crisis, time slows down, and the mind speeds up, thank God, he reflected. Colonel Willis (Cool-Hand) Luce, six feet five inches tall and a shade under 290 pounds, commanded the launch room at US Stratcom, Offutt Air Force Base, Sarpy County, Nebraska. He was fond of tennis, not much for running around the back court, but with his wingspan he was a high brick wall at the net. Besides himself and the requisite lawyer, the room had two junior lieutenants at identical stations with keys to initiate a launch, two arrays of signal displays and monitors, one for Luce and his adjutant, the other for four analysts, two techies standing by to troubleshoot equipment, a linguist, a secretary, and a comms assistant. There was also a medic, placed there, Luce was pretty sure, for him. A widower, survivor of three heart attacks, veteran of two tours of duty in forward positions and a retired professor from the War College, he had accepted this position at the insistence of his former student the president, who had taken his course in Deterrence. He had obeyed the Commander in Chief, and insisted on the night shift, relishing the luxury of sleeping in after all the years of a military schedule. Following regulations there was a military chaplain. After all, you never knew, Luce mused.
By Paul A. Merkley3 years ago in Fiction
