Short Story
The Legend of Jean-Claude Fin Damn
Jean-Claude Fin Damn, the mussels and brussels superstar, watched the timer, set to sound after a minute, dripped in fresh sweat, from his head of short brown hair down his tight white vest down to his tiny black shorts. His lightly tanned skin shined with the sweat as he stretched and finished his warmup. Hot, most would say, did not really do his look justice. The man was something of a living legend and knew it. As he kept one eye on the timer and the other on the action as it unfolded.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
Nihility + Effervescence
In an ocean of reddish brown sand with the red hot sun beating down sits a man with lightning blue hair and beautiful golden tan. His hand gently caresses a sickeningly pale man with jet black hair that laid in his lap. Flowing from his lips was a sweet gentle tone filled with love and concern, though his voice was hushed. “Varago, my love, everything will be alright.”
By Somniare Omnia3 years ago in Fiction
for chocolate lovers
A Cocoa Affair: Unveiling the Delectable History, Health Benefits, and Allure of Chocolate Chocolate. The mere mention of the word conjures images of velvety smooth textures, rich decadent flavors, and an indulgence that transcends mere taste. From the ancient Mesoamerican civilizations who revered it as a gift from the gods to the modern-day phenomenon of artisanal chocolate shops, this versatile treat has captivated humanity for millennia. But chocolate's story goes far beyond its ability to tantalize our taste buds. It boasts a fascinating history, surprising health benefits, and a scientific explanation for its irresistible allure.
By mahmoud elsaad3 years ago in Fiction
The Music Is Reversible
I met a man who lived his life all backwards. The last day I saw him, he’d let me keep my bags behind the desk at the hotel, even after checkout, because my ferry left at 2, and there was still so much of Stornoway I wanted to see.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 years ago in Fiction
Armageddon, the aftermath.
The celestial clock ticked ominously on in Heaven, poignantly nonchalant, as if completely unaware of the world extinction impact of the next sixty seconds. One minute to twelve midnight on a specifically designated night in the immortal realms of the gods. The angels were adorned in all their glory and arrayed in sequence, according to the hierarchy of their ranks.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
The Preacher's Sermon and the Vanished Wallet
In the year 2021, I, Donald, found myself attending a lively crusade. The atmosphere was electric, with people singing, dancing, and praying for divine miracles. Now, I must admit, I wasn't exactly the most devout individual, but hey, I figured it wouldn't hurt to join in the festivities.
By Emmanuel Ojenike3 years ago in Fiction
My one true love
Once upon a time in the kingdom of Veronia, there lived a prince named Alexander. Despite his charming demeanor and noble stature, Alexander had struggled to find true love. He had courted many noble ladies from neighboring kingdoms, but none captured his heart.
By Deborah Albert3 years ago in Fiction
TICK TOCK . Top Story - April 2024.
11.59. Even though the glass had shattered, Lorna could still see that her watch ticked over. One minute until midnight. Her watch was the only thing she had that she could carry. The only thing to remember her parents by. A birthday present from last year, the year she turned seventeen.
By Elizabeth Butler3 years ago in Fiction
Red Pollock
See, the thing is, I didn't actually do it. I know everyone says that, but in this case, it's really actually, truly true. I was a struggling artist. A cliché I embodied fully. Struggling to make rent, pinching pennies. Homeless more than once, drifting from squat to relative to art collective. Leaning on the goodwill of friends.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
How Wooing (Toasting) A Lady Almost Backfired
I took a taxi one morning on my way to work. As luck would have it, I found myself seated next to a stunningly beautiful and fair lady. Determined to make a good impression, I greeted her with a friendly smile and asked for her name. However, she completely ignored me, as if I were invisible.
By Emmanuel Ojenike3 years ago in Fiction
