Short Story
Love Thy Self. Top Story - February 2024.
Kareema walked through a field of flowers with a big smile across her face. All her life the hardest thing for Kareema was learning how to love herself. After 25 years she now believes that she has discovered the secret to self love and she is ready to share it with others.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
Wind Carrier
“Hush! Now”! I hear from somewhere in the distance. Cries echo around me and I realize I'm not alone. I see nothing but I can feel everything. It's damp. It's cold. I fervently feel around for any clue as to where I am. I notice deep grooves on the ground half filled with what I assume is water. “I said hush, '' a gurgling shout came from a distance. It is much louder this time. The room falls silent. All the noise that I hear now is faint whimpering trying to hold back cries. “What are they gonna do? What are they gonna do?” A young girl next to me cries out. “Shut up!” A man yells back. “They will come back if they hear you.” You can hear the fear in his shaky voice. Sure enough a door slams and you can hear multiple footsteps approaching. I slide myself back on the ground until suddenly I slam into a wet stone wall. Before I make a move I need to observe my surroundings. I see light outside our door now. All that I can make out is a blurry stone wall behind the light. You can hear the jingle of the keys and multiple voices speaking a language that is familiar. I would recognize the noise anywhere. It's goblin. Whimpering and scurrying fills the room as the door swings open. “That one!” A gray finger points out from under a black robe. He points to the young girl that was next to me earlier. “No,no,no!!” She begins screaming and flailing as one of the robed figures approaches her. My eyes are less blurry now. I can see 4 figures have entered. Each in varying sizes but all quite tiny. I smirk. I rise in the darkness with my hood still drawn up. “You! Sit down!” The one with the black robe says to me. He's obviously the one calling the shots. “Drugging party guests is hardly a way to kidnap.” I shake my head at them. Waving a finger I rise completely and tower over them. “You brought an elf here?” The guard is angrily looking back at his comrades. “Half elf.” I wink. I feel the air around me. I breathe in and the movement of my body echoes the earth's. I feel the pressure build around me until the power is almost too much to control. With a sigh I release the pressure. “I love to see them fly.” I shout with a smile. The goblins get knocked out of course. They are tiny weak creatures after all. There is a gasp in the room and everyone shoots up. They run for the door trying to escape.
By Ashley Shiflett3 years ago in Fiction
Raven
Raven’s Rage The crushed smoked air soaked the room as he stepped through the narrow cold stone entrance. A constricting burn cast a bloody shadow within his crimson charcoaled soul. He lacked an empathy for humanity, the acrid stench of it wallowing in its own self pitied destruction made his eyes shimmer black and empty.
By Raven Black3 years ago in Fiction
The Truth is the magic
Once upon a time in the small, quaint village of Veritas, there lived a young girl named Lily. Veritas was known far and wide for one peculiar trait - its inhabitants were bound by an unspoken rule to always speak the truth. In this village, lies were considered as harmful as poison, and honesty was held in the highest regard.
By Kainat Arslan3 years ago in Fiction
Worth the Wait. Content Warning.
I wandered aimlessly through the cold night air, it’s rancid breath gripping and holding the ample scent of perfume from the woman whom walked by me at bay, the streets cluttered with passerby stockholders of boxes and bags. The smell of the bodies ignored by the masses as they ignore the decomposing. The air was cold, so fridged was the frost among the dead and I stood there, silent, watching, waiting, none looked, not one bothered to see me. I was cold. The chill ran deep into my bones and though I called out to a few at first, then a small break between meek and feeble vocal sounds, my hands raised periodically, I was doing all I could to show that I needed a little help, a little warmth to get free from this frost that was overtaking me. None bothered to look at me. Many just walked past along their busy route, whereas most snubbed their nose or stepped over me like I was garbage. They did not bother to even lift me and throw me into the can that was at the corner.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
Ringing the Changes
Dangling dangerously from a blue crane, the bronze bell departed its five-hundred-year-old home in the belfry of St Martins. Words not usually uttered in the confines of a churchyard drifted on the icy January wind to the nursing home standing across the wide Georgian street. The springs on the flat bed lorry groaned as the bell, at last, safely settled on it.
By Francis Connor3 years ago in Fiction
Extra D. Content Warning.
She scrutinises herself in the mirror. Has she done well enough smoothing away her flaws? The thought of what this evening promises warms her from her scalp to the deepest, most secret part of her belly. It drowns any guilt she feels about Martin, who thinks she's going to a movie night with her girlfriends.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
