Short Story
How Much A Dollar Really Worth?
Where am I? Why am I out from your pockets? I’m cold over here on this concrete floor. I only see the sky covered in grey clouds. I want to be with my brethren. I was suppose be with them when it’s time to move in the promised register! What have I done to deserve such abandonment? I been by your side for what seems like eternity, and this is how I’m worth? Like junk you casually toss to the floor! I won’t stand for this, but at last, I can’t stand at all.
By Bass Man Eddie3 years ago in Fiction
Stay In Your Homes. Content Warning.
It started when the rock appeared in the sky, blotting out the sun. Darkness descended, days of night. A media black-out: TVs didn't work, nor did internet, radios, phones, GPS. We sat and watched and listened anyway. For reassurance. Information. Instructions.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Pockets of Time
"Pockets of Time" In the bustling city of Strathmore, Alex, a dedicated museum curator with a penchant for history, stumbles upon an archaeological marvel during an excavation. Among the artifacts uncovered, an ancient pocket watch catches Alex's attention. Little does Alex know that this seemingly ordinary timepiece holds the key to a remarkable journey through the ages.
By Kiruthika Gopalakrishnan3 years ago in Fiction
Raindrops
A low whine escaped her throat as she tossed her bag onto the floor in frustration. She needed to get a hold of herself. A whole day of avoiding being productive was never good. At least, that’s what Ellie kept telling herself despite ignoring her personal duties. It's not that she was purposey trying to fail or avoid her obligations, but her ability to tune out the world and focus solely on art has seemed to just disappear altogether.
By Caitlin Fogarty3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Piece Of Him
I don't want to replace them. I stare at the boots, more brown than black from the layers of sun baked mud. The cracks I've tried to hide are like wrinkles, baring the truth of their age for everyone to see. The only thing new on the shoes are the laces, a poor attempt at trying to extend my time with the boots. Already, they are already dusty from the fields today, much like the white socks I wore on my feet.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Fiction
Promise Ring
A Promise Ring I was a bright white gold ring, a promise. With the word ‘promise’ proudly proclaimed, I was an example of God’s love in your life, before he was able to bring about a man who could love you and be your husband. I fit nicely on your ring finger. I was a reminder that you are a pure soul, that you would save yourself for your husband. I was a promise that the future would be positive and fulfilling.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️3 years ago in Fiction
"Neon Whispers of Love"
In the vibrant city of Veridian, where secrets whispered through the neon-lit streets, two souls collided under the dim glow of a neon sign. Alex, a free-spirited artist with a penchant for mystery, found herself entangled in a passionate encounter with Riley, a charismatic musician who exuded confidence and allure.
By Mubashira Kachhot3 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Willow
There once stood a wise old willow tree in the centre of a charming village nestled between meandering streams and undulating hills. This historical guardian was no normal tree; it was the famous Whispering Willow. The tree had witnessed the rise and fall of time itself, its leaves shimmering like emerald jewels and its branches swaying in time with the mysteries it held.
By Branham bright3 years ago in Fiction
