Short Story
From Ordinary to Extraordinary
Fazil had always been an ordinary guy. He worked a nine-to-five job, paid his bills, and spent his evenings watching superhero movies, imagining himself soaring through the skies and saving the day. But he knew it was just a fantasy, a way to escape the monotony of his everyday life.
By Fazil Ahamed3 years ago in Fiction
The Fabled Forest and the Harbinger of Doom.
In a far away land, beyond mists never navigated, upon shores uncharted, there grows a fabled forest. Not the sort of forest one might find in a park or around a great lake, or even at the edge of a frontier. It is vast, it is deep, and it is self aware. Every living thing that dwells beneath the sentient canopy possesses a measure of cognition, emotional intelligence, ethical idealism and above all, a hubris much like any member of a community that is ill content to become part of the scenery, to drift through existence unnoticed or apathetic towards what makes one unique. The fabled forest is filled with such highly attuned characters.
By Carl G. Lilley3 years ago in Fiction
Chai and Sacrifice
She leans in close to whisper. Her dark hair, large curls arranged neatly atop her head, engender a commanding air. An organic crown, imposing, sensuous royalty, softened by the few loops that fall to frame her ears. Lidded eyes lost in some deepening dream vision, full lips a deep burgundy in the low light, I can almost hear her words before she speaks them. Were I a younger man, were I not under the effects of the same chai, were I not a specter from the realm of the waking, I might be lost in a foggy estuary of eros.
By Stéphane Dreyfus3 years ago in Fiction
Jasmine’s Sticky Fingers
12 year old Jasmine Baker is walking merrily on her way to the local convenient store called Sandy’s Pantry while carrying a small backpack on her back. This is dangerous, but it’s kinda fun, Jasmine thought to herself. We’re low on food at home and mama’s worried sick. Just another day in the projects if you ask me, but we still gotta eat. A police car sits just outside of the store front. Jasmine pays it no mind as she enters the store with a big smile on her face. Inside the store the cashier is at the register talking to one of the police officers with a friendly customer, paying Jasmine no mind as she skips right past them unnoticed.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
What If Earth got Kicked Out of the Solar System? Rogue Earth..
Underneath the quiet outside of the night sky is a universe of inestimable insurgency, where stars race across the cosmic system at speeds outside human ability to understand, ignoring the disorder they might cause. The looming danger of star experiences fills in as a sobering sign of our helplessness to the caprices of the universe, even while the breadth of room might give us some level of safety. Come investigate the interesting story of divine crashes and the existential endangers they present to life as far as we might be concerned.
By Abdur Rahman 3 years ago in Fiction
Dracula's mansion
Seeing a mansion in the distance I asked, "Is that where you've been staying at all this time?" Seeing Chase just nod from the corner of my eye filled me with so much envy I blurted out, "I hate you so much." Hearing him chuckle made my blood boil, he knew I didn't mean that. Resisting the urge to hit the driver I crossed my arms for the time being.
By Lucy Torralba3 years ago in Fiction
Dainty Dairy Narratives
Precious memories, stored in the form of small stories, continue to exist as we share those memories. That is what I believe. I store such stories in my diaries, and now I will share those stories with you. Welcome to Dainty Dairy Narratives.
By Arjun Sahasya3 years ago in Fiction
The Ballad of the Champion
This is an old story. It has been told many times before and you know how it goes. The Champion stands in glory, a radiant example of all that is good and righteous in the world. Against the minions of darkness he stands stalwart, the black tides breaking upon his shield like waves against the cliff. With righteous conviction he cuts down evil men, monsters, and demons alike. He does it not for glory, nor for riches, nor for fame; but because it must be done, because those with the power to act are obliged to act. He answers the call faithfully, donning the mantle of protector as a sacred duty because it must be done and he is the one who must do it.
By Kyle Hulbert3 years ago in Fiction
