Short Story
Call of the Void. Content Warning.
Jump … Go on, do it … Go on, go on, go on … Where do these thoughts come from? Standing at the top of a tall ledge, looking over the jagged cliff face down to the crashing waves below. Leaning over the safety rails on a skyscraper as the high winds whip and flail your hair, the people and cars below seem so tiny, so insignificant.
By Savannah K. Wilson3 years ago in Fiction
Talking Flowers
In a secluded greenhouse, long forgotten by caretakers, a unique phenomenon unfolded. The flowers within began to stir, their petals whispering secrets only the wind had heard before. As their voices mingled, an array of emotions emerged—joyful marigolds, gloomy roses, and curious daisies.
By Austin J. Knox3 years ago in Fiction
Snowy Mindset
The blizzard continues strong as I hold on to the mountain for dear life. I ponder the thought of how this event occurred when I was on a hike just moments ago. Fear reaches my mind as my grip starts to loosen, I look below me and my heart sinks, at least forty feet of drop. Full panic sets in and I am convinced that I am going to die, no one is going to find me, and I’m going to die alone, and with each thought, my grip gets looser and looser. Blizzard slamming in my face, my ability to see or feel anything becomes impossible. My limbs are frozen and my sight is flooded with soft white. It's beginning to get dark, I can’t be out here all night.
By Emmie Falbo3 years ago in Fiction
End of the Beginning
Today marks the last day of the beginning month of the 2024 Story-a-Day Challenge. I don't know if I can pull off 366 days (including February 29), but I'm pretty pumped that — with today's — I've conquered a whole month. Thus, this ends the first month.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Snowy Footsteps of Repetition
The snowfall as I approach to you. Heavy boots makes it feel like a mission. Connecting quickly doesn't seem to vast, words are words but they don't last. I come off too strong and repeat my intentions, only to realize, that the opportunities has not risen to occassions. Actions speak louder than words and yet all we can do is play the waiting game. Wait for my words to be cemented with the actions that will then be complimented. The more it happens the more it shows, how I can be either all talk, or I smother before the possible no show.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Fiction
The Return
The dragonling lay on my chest. No longer curled, but lying pitifully on one side, irridescent green flank heaving. I'd discarded my t-shirt, since his scales had cooled so much they no longer burned. I hoped the warmth of my own body might help to stop him cooling even further. He's dying.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Black Box
I’m so tired. They should have found me by now; I’m not sure how long I’ve been here, but I’m starting to think that they’ve given up on me. They’re going to abandon me here, all alone in the woods, half submerged in the dirt. They have to find me. I have so much to tell them, so much information about what happened.
By Beth Godfrey3 years ago in Fiction
Glimmerpaw
Once upon a time, in a magical world where talking animals roamed freely and enchanted forests whispered secrets, there lived a peculiar creature named Glimmerpaw. Glimmerpaw was not your average woodland critter; instead, he was an ambitious squirrel with an uncanny obsession with money. His little den was filled with glittering coins, shiny gems, and stacks of gold leaves that he had meticulously collected over the years.
By Dennis Fang3 years ago in Fiction
