Short Story
It's Apple Picking Time
You Are Here challenge: Prompt - Write a story entirely in second person that puts the reader somewhere they aren't supposed to be. Second person puts the reader inside the story. You don't watch someone else cross a line. You do. Write a story entirely in second person that puts "you" somewhere you aren't supposed to be. Maybe you've wandered into the wrong room, shown up where you weren't invited, crossed a boundary you didn't know was there, or found yourself in a situation you have no business being part of. Wherever you end up, make the second-person perspective matter. Use "you" to close the distance between the reader and the story, and make that feeling of being somewhere you shouldn't be impossible to shake.
By Denise E Lindquist26 days ago in Fiction
Broken: An Abuse Survivor's Taleđź’śPart 2. Content Warning.
Ch 2: Then Came Control and Obsession The night of our wedding still lingered in my mind to this day. For him to have treated me so harshly for something so innocuous was beyond me. Nothing up to that point led me to believe he would be so... possessive and jealous.
By Rain Dayze26 days ago in Fiction
Time In between Time
It was never something that Terrance had wanted to do, not really. All his life he had wanted to be a civil servant, to aid, protect people because he genuinely craved connection and to feel as if he truly belonged somewhere. Only after he had spent years struggling to find himself and his meaning in life did he agree to join the scientific research team travelling to the north pole. It was stupid, he thought. Not the research team as a whole, but him being there. It didn't help that he was dealing with a terrible case of imposter syndrome in his daily life, but he knew he was only joining the crew because of his uncle browbeating him into being a part of the expedition. Even though Terrance was having a lot of internal doubts, he valued and respected the other members on the research team. Howard Menelaus, while not what one would call sociable was an incredibly intelligent man, and one hell of a cook. Terrance never knew how you could make simple canned foods taste so good. Elena Harding was incredibly funny, which helped make the expedition more palatable for everyone involved. Terrance only wished that he could return the favour and help her laugh the way she did for others. She also had a keen eye, and would make casual connections that the rest of the team missed. Last but not least were the siblings, Lenny and Georgia Sloan. Lenny and Georgia were the type of siblings that butted heads often, but always managed to be professional when it came down to what mattered most. It was nice that they could co-operate at least some of the time, because Terrance was getting sick of hearing them bicker about which movie in the Star Wars saga so many times before he completely snapped. Despite his annoyance at them, he couldn't deny their brilliance in the slightest, and whenever the team worked together, they always performed excellently.
By Noah Feanny26 days ago in Fiction
Hiking Out of My League
Your flight from Vermont to Seattle was a bit bumpy and long. Last year, you planned this hike in Mount Rainier National Park. After an overnight near SeaTac Airport, you head south alone in a rented jeep. You may want to go off-road during your trip, so you paid extra for the 4-wheel jeep. One thing you didn’t count on was the heavy traffic and the slowdowns through the small towns along the two-lane road.
By Andrea Corwin 26 days ago in Fiction
Seeking Haven
The air is cold, and hangs with the scent of distant rain. With it, you know that danger is coming. The deadly waters will rise and once again wash away your home. How many times had you had to rebuild now? Every year, you consider moving somewhere else - somewhere higher up and away from the floods. But this had been your home since childhood. And it was hard to imagine living anywhere else.
By Andrea L Smith27 days ago in Fiction
nothing.
Something pushes you down steep stone stairs. You can feel the heat rising as you descend. Burning light illuminates the tunnel ahead, and if your hands weren’t holding onto the sharp stone walls, stretching to find balance, you’d use them to cover your eyes.
By Fraser Young27 days ago in Fiction
Your Name on the Door
You wake with the feeling that something is wrong. You cannot quite describe it - you have a headache, a dry mouth and an uncomfortable flutter beneath your ribs. You sit on the edge of the bed and wait for the feeling to pass, but you only become more aware of it. You decide to make an appointment.
By Alan Spencer27 days ago in Fiction
Secrets Of The Desert
It was in the Mojave desert, near a small Arizona town, where I first met you. Surrounded by endless blue skies and mountains of sand. Red rock cliffs hanging majestically in the background. And there you were, out of place, smack dab in the middle of a mystery.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden27 days ago in Fiction
