Short Story
Valentine In The Snow. Content Warning.
I'm lying on the ground in the snow, and the snow is falling. I fell from a height, I don't know if anything is broken. I'd been to the pub and had a couple of pints of Guinness, I just exchanged the usual pleasantries, but don't have any friends now, having been dropped by every social circle, the darts and dominoes teams, and the music club. My band let me go because one of their bosses decided he wanted to join and would let them rehearse in one of his warehouses.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Mary's Awakening
It was her first fairytale. Mary's eyes were wide as her mum told her about the boy and girl with the funny names in the forest, dropping breadcrumbs and hoping that they would find their way home. It was a story that inspired uncertainty and insecurity.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Black Gold Heist
In the vast expanse of the African savannah, where the sun painted the horizon in hues of amber and gold, lay the source of untold riches buried beneath the earth's surface. Oil, the black gold, promised prosperity to nations and peril to those who sought to exploit it. In the heart of Nigeria, a country blessed and cursed by the abundance of oil, a tale of greed and deception unfolded. The Nigerian Delta, a region teeming with natural beauty, harbored a darker truth beneath its serene facade. Here, corruption and exploitation thrived, orchestrated by those hungry for power and wealth. Among the labyrinth of pipelines and oil rigs, a group of men plotted their next move. Led by the enigmatic figure known only as "The Baron," they were a clandestine syndicate, skilled in the art of theft and deception. Their target: the oil wells guarded by multinational corporations, whose profits lined the pockets of foreign investors while leaving the local communities impoverished. Michael Okon, a former engineer turned whistleblower, found himself at the center of this conspiracy. Disillusioned by the rampant corruption and environmental degradation, he had vowed to expose the truth behind the oil industry's exploitation. Little did he know, his quest for justice would thrust him into a dangerous game of cat and mouse with forces far more powerful than he could imagine. As dusk fell over the Delta, Michael embarked on his mission, armed with nothing but his wits and a burning desire for justice. Sneaking past the security checkpoints, he made his way to the heart of the oil fields, where the black gold flowed freely beneath the earth's surface. Meanwhile, The Baron and his men prepared to strike. With insider information gleaned from corrupt officials and disgruntled workers, they knew exactly when and where to make their move. Under the cover of darkness, they descended upon the oil wells like silent phantoms, their faces obscured by masks and their intentions hidden behind veils of secrecy. As the first rays of dawn illuminated the horizon, chaos erupted in the Delta. Explosions rocked the oil fields as The Baron's men sabotaged the infrastructure, causing pipelines to burst and oil to spill uncontrollably into the surrounding environment. Panicked workers scrambled for safety as flames engulfed the landscape, casting a sinister glow over the scene of destruction. Amidst the chaos, Michael raced against time to thwart The Baron's plans. Using his knowledge of the oil industry and his resourcefulness, he managed to disable the explosives and contain the fires before they could spread further. But his victory was short-lived as The Baron's men closed in on him, their guns drawn and their expressions steely with determination. Caught in a deadly game of cat and mouse, Michael fought bravely against overwhelming odds. With every move he made, he outmaneuvered his adversaries, relying on his ingenuity and his unwavering resolve to see justice served. But as the confrontation reached its climax, he found himself face to face with The Baron himself, a man shrouded in mystery and fueled by greed. In a tense standoff, Michael confronted The Baron, demanding answers for his crimes against the people of the Delta. But The Baron remained silent, his eyes cold and calculating as he weighed his options. With a flick of his wrist, he signaled his men to seize Michael, intent on silencing the whistleblower once and for all. But fate had other plans in store. In a dramatic twist of events, a coalition of international investigators descended upon the oil fields, armed with evidence of The Baron's crimes and determined to bring him to justice. Surrounded by the forces of law and order, The Baron's reign of terror came to an abrupt end as he was apprehended and led away in handcuffs, his empire of corruption crumbling around him. As the dust settled over the Delta, a sense of hope began to emerge among the local communities. With The Baron behind bars and the truth exposed for all to see, the people dared to dream of a future free from the shackles of exploitation and greed. And though the scars of the past would not easily heal, they knew that as long as there were those willing to fight for justice, the black gold that flowed beneath their feet would no longer be a curse, but a blessing for generations to come.
By Mankind Essah3 years ago in Fiction
My Mom's Meadow
This was her favorite place. Every winter I could remember looked and felt like this, with Mom dragging me through the snowy meadow, trudging through white powder as it slowly piled up, on the ground and in the trees. I’d be freezing even under ten layers, still feeling like there was snow in all of them, especially my boots.
By Brea Henderson3 years ago in Fiction
Mountain Escape
There was no denying the beauty in it all. The snow-filled mountain peaks towered above us as El Sol veiled behind their shadow. A ray of sunshine seeped through the silky clouds, illuminating sunbows off the crystalline lake. Tokala and I stood there in awe, liberated by nature's embrace and mesmerized by the resonance of uninterrupted water beneath the icy sheath.
By Kendra J. Anthony3 years ago in Fiction
Drabbles Are Short – Only 100 Words.
I Am Getting All Emotional I have to get out of this business! Random Drabble: Emotional Drabbles are short — only 100 words. Please stay on the page for 30 seconds or more, so the stories are counted as a read. Please read, star and comment — let me know you’ve been here! Thank you!
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Fiction
Wondering
She shuffles the streets, rubbing her gloved hands together. Downtown is quiet today with only the occasional slide of tires on the fresh snow. The temperature has plummeted to the negatives and the shelters are full. She must keep moving. Her last cigarette sits in her pocket but she is waiting to smoke it when the sun creeps out of sight. The nights are long and the warmth of the smoke in her lungs is to be spared.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Fiction
