Short Story
Threat
From my characters in my book: The Book of Marie. A threat was a threat, but with Marie when she added a weapon, you could almost bet your ass was in major trouble. Jonas stood before her, watching, and observing every little detail, she might betray.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️3 years ago in Fiction
Phantom Lair of Secrets - Part 3
An eerie dawn woke the dig director and Trudy extra early. All of the Echo Team didn’t take long to gather together soon after instructions were given to follow Damian. They were all going armed to the teeth with rifles and shotguns that had been packed on the sledge.
By Kathy J Anderson3 years ago in Fiction
love's Kaleidoscope
ROMANTIC LOVE : Maya's introduction to heartfelt love is a hurricane of feelings and encounters, every relationship a remarkable section in her journey. She dives heedlessly into the inebriating universe of enthusiastic associations, anxious to disentangle the intricacies of heartfelt love.
By ISHA DUTTA3 years ago in Fiction
The Magic of Winter's Whisper
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled between snow-covered hills, there lived a young girl named Lily. Christmas was Lily's favorite time of the year, and the anticipation of the holiday filled her with joy. The quaint houses adorned with twinkling lights and the scent of pine in the air created a magical atmosphere that seemed to whisper tales of wonder.
By FatyFlower20083 years ago in Fiction
Pay-It-Forward. Top Story - December 2023.
This story is part of the Vocal + Assist Hallmark story challenge: The Phone Call It's a beautiful sunny Christmas Eve day in the suburban city of Orange, California. Nick was taking his brisk daily walk along the bike trail when his cell phone buzzed.
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Fiction
The Christmas Tree
I forgot just how big the stupid thing was - the old, faux tree stored away in my parents' garage. It took me forever to haul the damned thing from it's place in the loft, and even longer to prop it up into something that resembled a standing position. I'm sure if there'd been any onlookers they would've burst out laughing more than once as the plastic branches whacked me back and forth, refusing to come out of that beaten up old box.
By Taylor Rigsby3 years ago in Fiction





