Short Story
The Mother Buffer
"Mum, can I stay in town after school? Me and my mates are going to play football on the field for a bit." Jo thought about this. They were going away the next day which meant that she had packing to do and she really ought to make sure that all of the washing was done. Dinner, of course, needed to be cooked and then the washing up and the loading of the dishwasher. They had run out of milk so she had get that. She could really do with going home and getting on with things. She would leave work for school pick up and then it wouldn't be worth her going home because by the time she'd got home, she'd need to leave again. She'd be best to just hang around town and kill some time. Time that she didn't have. She supposed at least she would be able to get the milk from the supermarket on the main street. If she remembered. It might be nice to have a moment to herself although as she was thinking it, she knew that she would rather have that moment after everything that needed to be done was done. It would just be delaying the inevitable hurried rushing that awaited her.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Oval Door
Before starting this one, you may want to read this, which is the precursor to what happens here: *** Carys regained consciousness, after dreaming of bobbing about on a clear, blue water. It was serene, the sun warming her. She was happy to let it take her.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Threat. Content Warning.
"And so our quest begins! And what a jolly troupe we are!" Argan's delight was not transmitting to the other two. Baffor was packing his horse and trying to resist the temptation to knock out the annoying little arse. Argan the arse! He smiled satisfyingly to himself at his nickname, which he would keep secret. For now. But if Argan kept on being so fucking cheerful, Baffor might have to do something. For his own sanity. The only thing that would redeem Argan was if he had some good stories for the fireside.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Harmony Lost
There was a time when one thousand languages were spoken and understood between this soil and this sky. There was a time honour was everyone’s, and fights were fought to live, not to kill. There was a time rebirth rode on the thorny jagged spines of death and the fallen were mourned as we mourn the close of each day, with the lowering of the light, and a ceding to the stars and the rhythms of the moon.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
Sock's Journey
It was impossible to see through the dense layers of blackness, but something continued to stir beyond the veil of my limited sight. Terrified of what was making the mysterious sounds, and having no way to defend myself, I did the only thing I could.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
death at my hands will be a mercy
Grimelda had lost many people in her life, but never a daughter. Humans might have said Malia’s grave was beautiful, her big tombstone at the head of it, smoothed over with fresh mud and colorful flower petals. To Grimelda, it was repulsive. But she knew that a human gravesite, crawling with bugs and rotting with flesh, was where Malia would’ve wished to be. This was where she chose to live, Grimelda reminded herself constantly, long fingers twitching. This was where she was happiest.
By angela hepworth3 years ago in Fiction
Forest Dance
Jackson used to collect wood from the forest to make furniture. That’s why he had to find fine and solid wood for this purpose. Oak, teak, and cedar trees were present in different parts of the jungle and were considered best for furniture making. He had to go deep inside the forest to get good quality wood. That forest was deep and dense, full of animals like bears.
By Ainy Abraham3 years ago in Fiction
hole in the earth. Content Warning.
“Alois, why are we running?” Lise pants out at her best friend. She attempts to slow their pace, her legs still burning from the previous day’s work. But Alois’s legs are unrelenting, as is his grip on her hand, and he doesn’t deign her with a response.
By angela hepworth3 years ago in Fiction
