Short Story
Wind, hate and sorrow. Content Warning.
A heart-wrenching scream pierced the cold atmosphere of the night. The night dome went pitch black as even the stars tried to hide from the pain on the mother’s voice. Clouds dissipated and rains found somewhere else to fall.
By Victor Chavarria3 years ago in Fiction
The Old Wood
It is safest to keep to the old paths that wind their way beneath the canopy of the Old Wood. Those trails are left behind by the deer and foxes that carve their way through the underbrush in patterns unseen. For the animals only tread where the trees let them, whispering to them, guiding them through the maze. Straying from these paths and you may find yourself at the mercy of woods, timeless and unforgiving.
By Kevin McLaughlin3 years ago in Fiction
Invasion of the Hailstones. Content Warning.
Marie was awake. Something had awoken her. She lay there, trying to distinguish what it was. A child crying out? The house creaking? Sometimes, as it cooled down at night after a sunny day, it was almost like it was breathing a sigh of relief, expelling all that warmth in one big crack of sound.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Alone on a Balcony
A techno remix of “The Monster Mash” played throughout the house. A few of the partygoers were dancing, but most were just talking and drinking. Freddy Krueger made out sloppily with a zombie nun, and three separate Barbies were comparing costumes.
By Evan Purcell3 years ago in Fiction
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, inside a kingdom of great riches, belonging to a library of radiant glory, was a little book that told incredible tales of times long past. This text was the most sought-after book in the world, and many collectors wished it was in their libraries.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
The Eaves, Dropping
Jason had heard it from his father, who probably heard it from his grandfather or someone else in the family that he never met: “One man’s ceiling is another man’s floor.” Maybe he really did not understand the meaning of that completely – is it about levels, achievement, success, he thought? No, he was not sure, but he was entertained by what he was hearing. And it all came to him just above his head.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
The Enigma of Whispering Wood
***Generated using AI assisted content in combination with the author's story outline, character development and vision*** In an age where the barrage of social media notifications and the relentless march of modernity's progress held sway, a hidden sanctuary was whispered about in hushed tones amongst the few who still believed in magic. It was the ethereal realm of the Whispering Wood, a place where time dallied lazily among the ancient trunks and the leaves spoke secrets from days long bygone.
By A Lady with a Pen3 years ago in Fiction
