Short Story
Ravenswood Origins
The stars shown us all the ways of the world. I had discovered this truth long ago when I was but of lesser age, I was one of the first in my family to have received an education, not just a home-study where one learns the work and ways of the world from and through family and their experiences, but I was given the opportunity to and receive a proper education from a tutor who said he taught the once and mighty Alexander, the one whose life was born in a feather that he wears upon his helmet. The man claiming this was one of elderly status, which here in Ravenswood, was nearly impossible. The average man and woman died at the old age of thirty, or somewhere before forty. This man had clearly surpassed the idea of death when hair was just to turn grey at spots, whereas this man, as I noticed upon his entering my father’s home upon invitation, was full grey and had a long shaggy beard that nearly touched his stomach. He walked hunched over and had a cane in his right hand to help him balance. He wore grey and black for his wardrobe, where his cloak that he took off and placed upon the rack, was blue.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
Where Angels Tread. Content Warning.
When the Reverend Henry Chilton sees the angel, he drops to his knees sobbing with joy. The half-scribbled sheets of tomorrow’s sermon fly from his desk, floating down on a summer-scented breeze from the open window, and his teacup, caught by an unwary elbow, shatters into porcelain shards on the floor.
By Jean McKinney3 years ago in Fiction
Traces of Cinnamon and Rhodium. Top Story - February 2024.
This story was originally published in "The Fictioneer's Treasure Trove" on Medium. ************** Every time love struck… traces of cinnamon and rhodium were present at the scene. Every time love struck for Felicia, anyway.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 years ago in Fiction
Lost
Gracie was amazed at how far she could see. The hills and trees stretched forever and looked like Mother Earth had tucked them into bed with a fluffy white blanket. She wondered if there would be something interesting between the two hills she saw down below. The rocks going down the side of her hill looked easy to climb. Curious, she started down to see what was to be found.
By Becky Carter3 years ago in Fiction
Running Towards Destiny: The Tragic Tale of Africa's Fallen Athlete
Africa, the cradle of mankind, stretched out beneath the vast expanse of the sky like a canvas painted with hues of orange and misty gold. Its landscape, adorned with shrubs, bushes, and towering trees, exuded a raw beauty that spoke of untamed wilderness and ancient mysteries. Despite the scorched sands that dominated its terrain, signs of green life flourished, a testament to the resilience of nature in this harsh yet enchanting land.
By Tevin Milla Ogutu3 years ago in Fiction
Jean-Bedel Bokassa - a journey of power and peril
An enigmatic gift in Bangui The story unfolds in the vibrant streets of Bangui in the early 1960s, where Jean-Bédel Bokassa, an ambitious military officer with visions of grandeur, meets a Turkish Sufi master, Ahmed Yilmaz, during a secretive gathering. Yilmaz, captivated by Bokassa's charismatic yet volatile nature, presents him with a set of taweez, promising that they will propel him to unparalleled heights of power and influence.
By salam burdu3 years ago in Fiction
Y2K and the Imminent Digital Apocalypse
In 1999, my sister-in-law fretted the coming disaster with the changeover of computers from the 1900s to the 2000s. When computers were first developed, digital storage was expensive, so the dating scheme had just 2 digits, e.g., 59 instead of 1959. In this way, 2 digits of hard disk space were saved whenever a date was recorded or applied to each and every file being laid down on hard drives.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
