Short Story
Darkness Digging In Deep
Alas, I can hold my peace no longer. I have been stuck in this deary darkness set upon me by the collapse of the underworld below my feet. Little did we all know that this day would be the one that captures me by my ankle to drag me down to a world so far away from home, and all for just a simple bit of adventure. It was going to be so perfect for our little stroll after so many days apart from the outside world, yet here I am sitting alone in the dark with more of it than I can take.
By Toby Heward3 years ago in Fiction
Looking Glass
Since my creation I dreamed of this moment. To be selected. ~ A woman peers at me through the thin sheet of cellophane protecting me from dust and fingerprints. I can only watch and wait, she turns my packaging this way and that, giving me a better view of the store than I have ever had, then a view of my clones on the rack. Her words are muffled through the packaging and to my disappointment I am put on the shelf and she walks away.
By Megan Russ3 years ago in Fiction
A Cold Wind
Late at night, she sleeps curled by the fireplace with her wings folded tight along her back. She won’t sleep in the bed with me, afterward. She’ll rise and stretch, and settle on the woven hearthrug like a dog, with the firelight washing red and gold over her skin.
By Jean McKinney3 years ago in Fiction
Lives of Unliving Things
A careless hand tosses you in with the other toys; to it, you are but one thing out of many it cannot bear to see in the bedroom now-childless. You watch paralyzed as the corners of the cardboard box fold in on each other, reduce the lovely lamplight to a faint sliver. You’re entombed there, alongside little plastic army men and the thick books Best Friend would sound aloud to you and Mom. The thinner books are in another box; Best Friend would whisper them quietly to you by flashlight some nights, before gripping you to his chest and falling gently asleep. You’d sleep, too, sometimes, as well as a sleepless thing could sleep.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 years ago in Fiction
Snowy Night
The snowflakes danced in the cold night air, creating a serene blanket that covered the world in a hushed stillness. In the heart of the winter wonderland, an old oak tree stood tall, its branches weighed down by the glistening snow. Beneath its ancient boughs, a lone figure emerged from the swirling white.
By Mason Darnielle3 years ago in Fiction
