Short Story
Home and Dry
Venezuela: Present Day Reaching into the far corner of the cupboard, Daniela slides a box out of the way and wiggles her fingers until they hook the delicate metal chain. She plucks the pendant free and smiles as she lets it swing back and forth, the violet blue stones glinting in the sunlight.
By Caroline Craven3 years ago in Fiction
Washed, Lost and Worn
I am mearly one of many, but I serve my purpose just like the rest. We are different in lengths and sizes, various colors and textures. Purchased from a lineup of those who look just like me, thats the journey to my beginning. I was one of the lucky ones, designed and indivudually packed. When my person chose me, they chose my personality too. The top to my toes, coated in bright pink poleyester, thin, soft and very colorful. Some call me a rainbow, others call me impractical for softball practice. I was bought on sale, but my time her never felt cheap. I came in a pair, prepared to serve my lifes purpose. To be the lining of life for the girl who walked in the shoes I called home.
By Rilee Arey3 years ago in Fiction
Girls’ Night Out. Top Story - January 2024.
Girls’ night out! I hear it all the time, but rarely have I been fortunate enough to enjoy it with my sister. I nudge her with excitement, and we clench the opportunity. Usually, when we hear those three words, our attendance is often overlooked. Tonight, everything changes with the agenda, including dinner and dancing. Dancing, the honey to a tea of nostalgia. Occasionally, we are invited to dinner. After all, our exquisite appearance matches perfectly with a fancy five-star restaurant. Our sparkling petit bodies shimmer like a red ruby. But, dancing was taboo. The last dance adventure was months ago, almost leading to our separation by the excitement it conjured. Despite the past hazard, several drinks at dinner later, we are enfolded by a mass of people and booming music in the club. Everyone is dancing in-sync to the latest hip/hop trap beat compiled with electronic dance music. As the four by four measured time signature strikes the ear, I feel every strand of hair moving rhythmically against my body. Alcoholic euphoria fills the atmosphere, and I become intoxicated by the ambience. Every jerky bob begins to weaken my grip on my safety, raising the level of danger with every intensified beat drop. Gradually, black out from the melodic menacing machine, thrusted down into a drunken stupor.
By Iris Harris3 years ago in Fiction
The Island of Misplaced Toys
That cowboy toy and his Andy were nothing compared to Tommy and me. I don’t blame Tommy for what happened. It was not his fault. And although his mother caused him to leave me behind, I can’t really fault her. She only did what a mother should do. Protect her son. Let me tell you how we met.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Timeless Sapphire
It was a normal Summer day in the bustling city of Heartgrove. Nestled between the towering skyscrapers and busy streets, there was a small antique shop named "Timeless Treasures." Within the dimly lit interior, among dusty shelves adorned with forgotten relics, lay a misplaced ring with a tale to tell.
By WanderingZombie3 years ago in Fiction
The Whole
For Mackenzie Davis' "Send Me Your Photo/Ekphrastic" Challenge (links below): The ice on the lake is at least two feet thick. The temperature: twelve below zero. That’s Fahrenheit. Three o’clock in the afternoon. That’s going to be the high for the day. Fairly balmy compared to the past month & a half out here on the bay. The hole in the ice is fresh right over the deepest waters out here. Nothing has even begun crystalizing over the opening. Nor is there any steam rising from the surface.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock3 years ago in Fiction
