Short Story
Cara and Cora
Two twin girls went running down the street. Both were never up to any good. If you see them together, beware, but if you see them apart, be very aware. Together, they were planning what to do next, but when Cara and Cora were apart, you knew they were out pulling some stunt on some unsuspecting soul.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Ring
It is cold, damp, and dark where I sit. I am almost dormant, as I lay here, inert and without tether. You could say I lost track of time, however I do not perceive the concept, do not experience the passing of your seconds, minutes, hours in the same way that you do. The passage of your time is fragmented for me, but it has been said in my presence that my birth occurred over several of your millennia ago. I gleaned this somewhat meaningless observation from radical shifts in the worlds my hosts inhabit.
By Paul Martyn3 years ago in Fiction
Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day. Content Warning.
For twelve straight nights I have relived that magic moment in my dreams. The moment when Joe, on bended knee, presented me with a ring, and asked me to be his bride. For twelve straight mornings I have awoken to the sight of the beautiful rock on my finger, a new one each time.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Fiction
A Dream of a Land
The air was thick with a putrid smell and the sky wasn’t the crystal blue skies that I remembered so well. How did the world come to this as if overnight? I was surrounded by the corpses of trees that no longer held colour or leaves, the wood was stained grey as if they had absorbed as much of the smoky ashes that flew in the air.
By Terri Allen3 years ago in Fiction
The Abyss
She took me away. She shouldn’t be allowed to do that, but she did, and now I don’t know where I am. It’s dark here. I didn’t realize how dark it could be. Have I truly only known light my whole life? Or does it just seem that way in the absence of it, my predicament made enormous by the lack of comparison? Either way, I can’t see anything. I feel pressure, though, coming from all sides, smothering me in this darkness. I have never been so alone.
By Caitlin Mitchell3 years ago in Fiction
The Magical Kingdom of Gibeon
The Magical Kingdom Once upon a time, in a magical kingdom, there lived a brave knight, a wise wizard, a kind princess, and a preacher's daughter. This kingdom was known for its enchanting beauty and mystical creatures that roamed its lands.
By Gina R (Gibana)3 years ago in Fiction
Maceen and Al-khatoo
Maceen listened very carefully to the tale of the book,for her path was guided by what lay in the tale. The hallowing silence in the desert shall make it clear to you. You are not alone, thus it is not you, talking to yourself. Listen, there is something so close to you that is talking to you. Listen deeply, this voice is historically known. It is the tone of something between your father’s sighs and the echoes of the mountains, where you grew up. If you keep listening, I will tell you the tale of my tale, that’s the book you are carrying, the book that has made you invisible and visible at the same time. Yes, Maceen, my daughter, my companion, be here, be with me.
By Parwana Fayyaz3 years ago in Fiction
Harmonia's Echo: A Symphony of Time
In the city of Harmonia, where the air hummed with the melodies of time, lived a gifted musician named Seraphina. Her fingers danced upon the strings of her ethereal violin, weaving harmonies that resonated with the pulse of the universe. One fateful day, as she practiced in a forgotten corner of the city's ancient conservatory, Seraphina stumbled upon a hidden chamber bathed in a soft, golden glow.
By Unkown Me?3 years ago in Fiction
The Polaroid
I was born in a flash of light. From darkness I formed a memory, frozen in time. A moment so loved it needed to be kept and shared. I was treasured and loved, just like the moment I kept. That beloved memory was infused within me and I had to protect it. I was pinned to a cork board, looked upon day after day. It didn’t hurt at all, not any different than a pierced ear for a human. That cork board held so many hopes and dreams, and places pinned on a small map that held longed for adventures.
By Josey Pickering3 years ago in Fiction
Stupid Darren
Stupid Darren. Dude will never find me. It’s dark, cold, and I’m covered in Cheetos dust down here. Geez, brother. You just HAD to take me off while you were playing video games and eating snacks. On the couch. Onto a coffee table that you smack every single time some nine-year-old in Taiwan no-scopes you from clear across the map, you swearing through gritted teeth so you don’t wake up your napping wife and 7-month old in the next room. I can hear you now, frantically looking everywhere, your hand searching through seat cushions covered in your loose hair, sweat, and food stains trying to find me. You better hope you do before she wakes up and…
By Bryan Buffkin3 years ago in Fiction
