Short Story
On the Eve of the Hunt - II
We stand in rows, sweating through our finest clothes. The Queen always chooses a fine Spring day for this. The boys are gravely suited, as for a funeral. We girls are foisted into silly dresses as for a high festival. I suppose it's both.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Disclosure. Top Story - March 2024. Content Warning.
She was so convincing. Those convenient tears trickling down her cheeks. Her hands jittering up and down on her lap. The tremor in her voice as she whispered her replies. She played her part so well. Too well.
By Caroline Craven3 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: Light Ray. Content Warning.
Boots crunched through the snow. It was twenty eight degrees Fahrenheit outside. With his lawyer, TSL ascended the steps and reached the door, kicked his boots against the door and took off his peacoat and flashed the ring that he was commissioned to wear.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
The Long Walk
How will they react? Will they break down in tears? Scream and yell? Find a place of relief or comfort? You can't predict it. No matter how many times I've done this in my 25 years of work; I never know how they will react to what I am about to tell them. Am I about to shatter their lives or give them closure, or both?
By Sean Patrick3 years ago in Fiction
Dream
It was all black. Not specifically dark but absent of light, not quite but absent of sound. The space was infinite and null as the edges of reality were too blurry and changing. Time was there but not the one she knew. It passed, because she could move but even though she could see her hand waving in front of her face, she saw it slow as if deep below water surface, and still she felt time move fast.
By Victor Chavarria3 years ago in Fiction
Endurance. Top Story - March 2024. Content Warning.
Ryan sat resting his head on the glass, his breath misting and obscuring the fast-flowing hedges outside of the window. He retreated into his world of splayed hair and hot breath while the other kids on the bus shouted and laughed, shoved and teased.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Beyond The Valley
Abigor spent his entire life in Valley of Wahe. He was told as a boy that when he matured into manhood that he would learn to leave the valley behind and start a new path. Abigor cautiously approached the grounds of the valley’s forest with timidity in his stomach. His heart was racing so fast that he thought it was going to burst from his chest. So here I am. Abigor thought to himself. I have been dreading this day for months and now it’s finally here. My mother and father never prepared me for the emotional turmoil that I am feeling right now.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
On the Eve of The Hunt
I wasn't royal blood by their standards, but the King favoured me, I made sure of it. Now, see: the land prospers. Make no mistake: this is under my hand. Not the King's. He does his best, but it's my decisions that have brought us prosperity.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
