Short Story
On the Day of the Hunt (V)
One Two Three Four ++++++++++++ Being Chosen by the Queen, and all that followed was exhausting. Maids help me out of the stupid dress and underthings, then I sink into the pillows. I sob for my mother, remembering her sat rod-like in the gallery with despair on her face... Sleep took me before the tears even dried.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
The Price of Ambition
In the core of clamoring Manhattan, in a city full of tall buildings, two best friends, Olivia and Emma, were as close as could be. They'd known each other since they were kids and shared all their secrets and dreams. They promised to always help each other out, no matter what.
By Shahriar Kabir Anik3 years ago in Fiction
The Career Girl. Content Warning.
She got in and shut the door. Her journey home from the hospital tonight had been surprisingly easy. The train had been less full and she had been able to read a little of the book her sister had bought her for Christmas. She hadn't been able to pick it up for weeks.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The woman, the rock and the tree
A dirty face, pale skin darkened by grime, the marks of dried tears decorating her cheeks as echoes of lost feelings. A shadow haunted her eyes, all light was gone from them, maybe hidden, maybe lost forever. A steady pace in rhythm but quivering under her own weight. Every step taking her closer to somewhere; that she hoped. Being somewhere is all you can do if you’re nowhere.
By Victor Chavarria3 years ago in Fiction
"THE UNICORN FOREST"
In the year 3030, the Earth had changed. Technology evolved in mass proportions. Humanity had spread across the stars. There was a place in a forgotten part of the galaxy. The entire planet was covered in trees, flowers, succulent plants, and other edible plants to sustain what was left of humanity.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 years ago in Fiction
Sam and Friends
The explorer's journal burned in Sam's hands. Maps, faded sketches of crumbling ruins, cryptic riddles – this wasn't just reading, it was a call to adventure. Soon, he and his faithful crew were at the jungle's edge, Maggie circling overhead, Jersey patiently at his side. The air thickened, alive with buzzing, chirping, and the soft pad of paws that weren't quite his own.
By Mike McLaughlin3 years ago in Fiction
