Short Story
Tyra and the Tome
Tyra Elizabeth, the woman who invoked every ounce of admiration that was given to her, it was not her fault by any stretch of the imagination that her beauty alone inspired all the admiration she could afford. She found it more of a burden. A haunting disposition invoked upon her. At the time of her birth. However, the choosing of her lifestyle, whether it was fate or destiny or something different altogether, it invoked inside of her more of an outrage. Despite the most wondrous and glamorous beauty of all human creation. She loathed all of. Despite the attention then gentlemanly gifts. She was given more so on nonrandom occasions, or that when at any time she would step out upon the tears and screams of adoring people. She despised everything. She wanted to be left alone. She was not the type of woman or girl when I first encountered her. Who like being the center of attention? Everywhere she went, it was the same drowning sounds of screams and tears, the same adoring yes-man nature of her beast, it was not anything she enjoyed. When she rebelled. They only scream louder with enjoyment. Nothing she could do would deter the fickle demands of the public eye.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
overcoming stigma
Once upon a time, in a small village called Thornton, there lived a young girl named Hannah Grace. Throughout her childhood, Hannah had a unique talent that set her apart from others - she possessed extraordinary strength. No matter the task at hand, Hannah could effortlessly complete it, making her the talk of the village.
By Hareerah Ajeka3 years ago in Fiction
Thrift Store Plaid
There’s Jesus-music in the air, praise to the same four chords recycling the same eighty half-rhymes about grace and peace and unquantifiable love. They sing about that like it means something, but love never was quantifiable. Art that points out that the sky is blue is neither interesting nor innovative, but it plays on Christian radio, so that has to be worth something. It presides over the air crisp with dime-store detergents and stale perfumes.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 years ago in Fiction
The Mother
Why doesn't she flame? Why doesn't she take back her baby and burn me to a crisp, and the whole forest with me? Her enormous black snout inched through the circle, from her world to ours. Her long neck snaked behind it. The obsidian bulk of her beyond that blocked any view I might have had of the world where dragons live.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Nope
It's five o'clock in the morning! And you want to go out? Seriously? It's snowing outside and minus two degrees, it is warm in here, just lie down and go back to sleep. If you are hungry there is kibble in your dish and there is water in your bowl, I'm going back to sleep.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Lily's Glow: A Journey of Self-Discovery and Empowerment
There was a village lying hidden amidst the rolling hills and in the peaceful woods, where once lived a wayward young girl named Lily. Lily was a person with a good heart and curious, always seeking ways of how become better and better and how to make this world better. Something in her personality had a special radiance to it, an alluring glow which attracted others around her.
By Moon Ghosh 3 years ago in Fiction
The Misplaced Locket
I used to be a treasure so well-loved and once symbolized love and dedication. The mold was also determined to be a delicate, perfumed lock, decorated with elaborate engravings and encrusted with diamonds in a tiny size. Let my chain of gold once adorned the neck of a lovely maid whose sweet prize was me, above all other treasures on this earth. Now, unfortunately, I am in a rational polyhedron, far from my homeland, being lost and forgotten by people.
By Moon Ghosh 3 years ago in Fiction
