Short Story
The Found Journal
I have a secret. It had taken hours of sitting before Jeffrey had finally opened the pocket sized leather bound journal and flipped through it to the final page. The entry was dated, just yesterday the possession of The Secret had been confided in blue ink, though neither the identity of the possessor nor the content of The Secret itself was apparent.
By Sean Elliott3 years ago in Fiction
"THE TWISTED BARBEQUE PSYCHE'". Content Warning.
This is a fictional story. The characters are fictional. Any reference to any true character is coincidental. The question of time and space is to ask why are there people who bully others into a state inaction? Bullies are a type of personality that causes chaos at a friendly neighborhood barbeque. The gathering is congenial. People are laughing and talking. The bully walks up to the host yelling at her for burning the burgers when he had walked away from his responsibility of cooking the burgers.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 years ago in Fiction
Max's Favorite Tennis Ball
In the Mind of a Tennis Ball His thick yellow fibers danced only slightly in the cold wind as it rushed past. The dirt beneath him was clinging harder, the collected grains now turning harder and forming a paste entangled in the fibers underneath him. Max’s slobber had both seemed to dry and solidify at the same time.
By Timothy A Rowland3 years ago in Fiction
The Emotional Intelligence of Snowflakes
My Mother told me I was a reflection of the internal order of things, which made me unique. She said my molecules were aligned to maximize my bonds' attracted forces and minimize the repulsive ones. It sounds like something a makeup ad would say, and I don't trust her.
By Cali Loria3 years ago in Fiction
ADOUKIN
The story starts with a piece of Soft motivational music that takes us to the dream world of a beautiful little boy called Saif, who loves to go out and whose spirit is full of energy and fun, which is reflected in his shining hazel eyes. It was a special day when his mother gave birth to him on April 24, 1984. His birth coincided with the sunrise on this day, which made everyone happy
By TARIQ ELHAWARY3 years ago in Fiction
The Quarterback and the Artist
In the final seconds of the game, she found him. Her red lipstick against alabaster skin made a contrast against his black skin. Her mouth found his. The quarterback and the artist, entwined in an instant embrace would still stun some and shock others. Shutterbugs snapped photos that would blanket websites and physical magazines, further enshrining the moment through all ages.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Unicorns and Rainbows
On one of Mother Combs’s many trips across the globe, she came across an emerald-green valley in the middle of an icy glacier, hidden from human eyes. In the middle of this valley was a hot spring that kept the valley warmer than it was on the glacier. In this valley, rainbows were everywhere, reflections of the sun off the ice. It was a breathtaking sight to behold, and as Mother Combs stood in awe of the beauty surrounding her, she was surprised by a herd of Unicorns trotting past her. She tried to chase them, but they were too fleet of hoof for her, and she soon lost them.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
