Short Story
The Enchanting Adventures of Nicholas: A Tale of Santa Claus
Once upon a time, in a magical land hidden far beyond the reach of mortal eyes, there lived a jolly and kind-hearted man named Nicholas. Nicholas was no ordinary man; he possessed a secret that would bring joy and wonder to children all around the world. He was none other than Santa Claus.
By Christabel3 years ago in Fiction
Law School Murders: Definitely a Relief. Content Warning.
Each of the caskets were lined up in the memorial hall. The capacity was 1500 people. There must’ve been 2500 people outside the Newark, Delaware premises. Young women wept and held hands. Songs and praise dancing all became part of the way that the fraternity brothers were sent out of this place to the grave.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Afterglow. Top Story - January 2024.
The evening sun broke through the late summer clouds, slowly rousing me, but I did not open my eyes. For a moment longer. I wanted to linger in the happy fantasy that I would not be alone. That for once, she would still be there when I woke.
By Alexander McEvoy3 years ago in Fiction
Lessons from the Cheshire Cat
British Spelling "Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?" "That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat. "I don't much care where--" said Alice. "Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat. "--so long as I get SOMEWHERE," Alice added as an explanation. "Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat, "if you only walk long enough." *Excerpt taken from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.
By Susan Fourtané 3 years ago in Fiction
Vanished
I do not know the time or date when I was first misplaced, but I know where creativity occurs is my home— this is not it. The place of creativity is bright most of the day and dark at night. This place is only dark but not completely dark. I can observe the palace of creativity through a gap wide enough to slide through. If I had a voice, I would have called out or screamed; if I could independently move, I would have returned where I belong– but I have neither. Though I started counting the passage of time, the days and nights bled together. Every day, my hope of retrieval diminished until only my memories of the time before and the chill of this resting place remained.
By S.N. Evans3 years ago in Fiction
Light in the Darkness
Tucked away in a quiet corner on the third floor was an unassuming wooden table bathed in the soft glow of a reading lamp. Beside the lamp lay a forgotten notebook, its pages whispering stories of transient inhabitants who sought solace in the hushed sanctuary of the library. Ink spewed across its pages, telling stories of pain, happiness and love. Its once vibrant colours had faded over time and it had become worn and weathered.
By Emilie Turner3 years ago in Fiction
Well, well, well. Content Warning.
I keep searching for the house. Your eyes eventually get used to the light bouncing up off the white everywhere-- or so they tell me. My lungs sting with the dry frozen air as another blast of wind throws powdery snow up at my face.
By Symbollica The'Bat3 years ago in Fiction
