Short Story
Thirst Trap
The photographer was painfully slow. To be honest, I would have declined the shoot but I needed something a little more wholesome than collagen injections to explain why my skin was looking so fabulous, and the offer was timely from that perspective. So there I was, trying to look serene while four snails left trails of slime across my face and a photographer, lighting technician and my assistant all fussed about positioning them at optimal angles to one another. Out of shot, my fists clenched and my toes curled in revulsion, but I’m great at giving good face, and my brow was as smooth as sleeping ten year old’s. It helped that my brow couldn’t actually move much, to be fair, but I take some credit for my mastery of my own face. I meditate. I’m quite good at it. I could probably have surgery without anaesthetic.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? part 11
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? Part eleven Max >< >< >< Holding Tommy’s wrist in one hand and her new stuffed animal in the other, with her defiant chin in the air, walked proudly, pulling Tommy toward her house, with Max following close behind.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Fiction
Last Letter Home. Top Story - November 2023.
My dearest Catherine, My love, I hope you are well and safe this Christmas, for it’s a glorious Christmas night here as I sit penning this letter to you. While I dream of being with you and the children at the lake, sitting beside the fire, drinking wine with you as William and Mary play at our feet, there are things happening here in Trenton, and it’s a dream that I do not dare dream, for it makes what comes next that much harder.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 years ago in Fiction
Deck The Halls
Brody hated Christmas. Well, maybe ‘hated’ was a strong term. He strongly disliked Christmas. He didn’t have some tragic story about being neglected on the family-focused holiday. His parents always got him and his older siblings plenty of presents and his mom and sister always prepared a huge feast that left them sleeping on the floor for the rest of the afternoon.
By Katie Tuttle3 years ago in Fiction
Unwrapping the Heart of Christmas
The snowflakes gently fell from the sky, creating a winter wonderland outside Emily's window. Christmas was just around the corner, and the streets were adorned with colorful lights and festive decorations. It was the most magical time of the year, but for Emily, it felt different this time. She had caught a terrible cold that left her coughing and sneezing, and she was now wearing a mask to avoid spreading her germs.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
A Room of Holiday Magic
In a cozy little village nestled in the heart of the countryside, there lived a young Asian girl named Mei who eagerly awaited the arrival of Christmas. Mei had always loved the magic of the holiday season, and she couldn't wait to transform her simple room into a festive wonderland. With her heart full of joy and her mind brimming with ideas, she set out to create the most enchanting Christmas space her village had ever seen.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? part 10
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? Part ten Max >< >< >< Walking over to his friend, Tommy, much to his own surprise, leaned over and gently did what he saw others do on special occasions. He kissed her cheek. “Happy Birthday, Mary Ellen.”
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Fiction
Wedding Flowers
Two bouquets of dried flowers lay where they’d been tossed upon the coffee table, beside a pot of living plants. Begonias actually, stretching on skinny stems toward the southern window, where a cloudless Colorado blue sky promised leaf splitting sunlight later in the day.
By Barbara Steinhauser 3 years ago in Fiction
Dry Is All That's Left
His boots trudged on the ground: his boots were the boots on the ground, of many, which trudged on. They were hardly newer than his feet that wore them. They trudged in unison with the other pairs of boots on the ground, over the individual grains of sand, each with a story long forgotten.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
