Short Story
Provisioning
A vixen charged into a chicken coop with the light of murder in her eyes. Sparks buzzing on her vivid coat, she swept through the squawking flock with ease. She plucked a shapely hen from the fray, snapping her jaws around the shrieking bird and clamping down hard. The survivors screamed at the sound of a snap, feathers everywhere as the fox made her escape.
By Lark Hanshan3 years ago in Fiction
Close Call
Red raw and bloody. Ice tightened its grip around human fish fingers. Blood trickled down fingernails before hardening. Whistling in the frozen air, a kettle calling out however there is no one there to listen. The storm rages on, covering the earth in a white blanket. Nothing could have survived that…
By Elizabeth Butler3 years ago in Fiction
Snow Castles
I can’t stand when snow touches my skin. It sends shivers throughout my body and soul. Things were so much different when I was a kid. Back in the 1980s, snow was the most amazing thing in the whole world. Back then I would enjoy lying in the snow. Snow angles were a favorite pastime.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Tears of a Queen
In the lush land of Kuriru, where the skies painted themselves in hues of azure and emerald, there existed a village ruled by an extraordinary tradition. Only queens, blessed by the celestial realm, had the privilege to command the rains. Among them, Queen Zazi stood as a beacon of virtue, embodying the spirit of Ubuntu—the profound interconnectedness of all beings. Her graciousness, forgiving nature, and unwavering belief in the goodness of humanity endeared her to the hearts of the villagers.
By Gaia Mokoena3 years ago in Fiction
The Mansion at 1313 Dead End Lane
Santa Claus climbed into his sleigh and gave a yell. Rudolph's nose cut through the snowy fog and the zombies below moaned as the werewolf howled. The manor on 1313 Dead End Lane crawled with the undead, zombies and ghosts and vampires. Santa Claus dreaded it, but Edmund was a kind and lonely soul, trapped by the undead ghouls inhabiting the mansion.
By DJ Robbins3 years ago in Fiction
Adventures of Stockington
Once upon a time, in a bustling city where people hurriedly moved from one place to another, there lived a humble left sock named Sockington. Sockington was not your ordinary piece of clothing; he was a remarkable sock with a personality of his own. His story began one fateful laundry day when he found himself separated from his right sock companion, Sockzilla.
By Mason Darnielle3 years ago in Fiction
Checkpoint
Heading west on the A1 toward Montego Bay, a military checkpoint reduced traffic to a slow crawl. Most of the parish of St. James was under a state of emergency, a fact I’d forgotten during our week-long vacation. When I saw the line of brake lights ahead, I knew what was going on, even before I saw the soldiers.
By Randy Baker3 years ago in Fiction
Food for Thought
Perhaps she will come back for me. Maybe it will only be a second. A minute. Or a little bit longer moment in time… but it cannot be much more than that. She will realize the mistake and return, a harried look on her young face for having made such an error. Would a person abandon someone created just for them? Would a girl let go her desire for a custom companion to nurture her?
By Alison McBain3 years ago in Fiction
There's No Actual Law
I didn't kill the detective, if that's what you are thinking. I just nibbled him a bit. Goodness, if I killed every ignorant tosspot who fat-shamed me one way or another, I'd have a very suspicious trail of dead bodies behind me and all around me.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Papaw
The hill was steep, but not too steep for the six-year-old Dina. Papaw brought her here last year and she was scared, but he reassured her that if she held onto the front of the sled and stayed firmly seated she’d glide safely to a stop in the snowy field below after an exhilarating ride.
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Fiction
Dancing in the Rain of Romance. Content Warning.
Once upon a time, in the charming town of Serenity Hollow, nestled among rolling hills and cozy little houses, a story unfolded under a moonlit sky: the story called "Dancing In The Rain Of Romance". In this enchanting story, the main characters are Lila, a talented seamstress with a talent for weaving stories into fabric, and Ethan, a minstrel whose nimble fingers can extract melodies from his guitar strings.
By FATIGUN Abayomi Adeyeri3 years ago in Fiction
