Short Story
Paper Planes and Love. Top Story - October 2023.
Ann perched on the window seat, fingers trailing the cold glass as her gaze fixated on the snow's gentle descent in the moonlight. The soft, dim light from the moon outside merged with that from the fireplace inside, lending the room an intimate ambiance. The falling snow hushed the world, a tranquil beauty amid life's chaos. She longed to bridge the emotional gap between them.
By Rudolph Lingens3 years ago in Fiction
Resting His Eyes
I hate hospitals. Much like the police, if you have to be around one there’s a good chance something went wrong with your day. The muffled sound of forced quiet, the sharp pang of antiseptic to the nose, the incessant beeping of monitors and machines and nurse station call buttons. The drone of chatter among the staff that skids to a halt once you walk into their vicinity.
By Clinton A. Harris3 years ago in Fiction
Her Last Farewell
Eleanor hated funeral homes. Lonely, loathsome places, in her opinion. She hated the way those places made her feel. The way she shrank under the stern gaze of looming windows. The stale perfume of wilting roses and carnations thickening the chilly parlor air. The hollowing of her stomach every time she approached a casket, that final “good-bye” stuck in her throat like a knot of spiders. And the heavy dread that lurked in the shadowy corners of the overcrowded rooms, a sinister reminder of the inevitable. Eleanor had bid farewell to most of her family, friends, and even a few strangers in rooms not unlike the one in which she now found herself. The furniture, the wallpaper, the flowers, the murmuring crowd, all identical from one to the next. Even the corpses had begun to blur together into the same ambiguous visage. Except for this one. The body that now lay stiffly reposed in the silk-lined coffin was more familiar to her than her own reflection. She had spent sixty-seven years memorizing every angle and curve and twinkling aspect of the man that rested before her. The once brilliant smile of vitality and mischief now winced under permanently closed eyes, and the knotted hands closed over the sunken chest cavity belied their former gentle strength, now a mere gnarl of skin and bone. Her darling Theo. His was the only familiar face to her in the parlor. His, and the woman’s.
By Sara Little3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Time
In a quaint, dusty corner of an old antique shop, tucked away behind a myriad of forgotten treasures, Lily, a curious young girl with an insatiable appetite for adventure, stumbled upon a broken and weathered radio. Its copper casing had grown tarnished with time, and its dials were stiff and unyielding, but there was something about the radio that drew her in.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
Dear Natasha. Content Warning.
I found this letter in a box in our attic. Make of it what you will. Dear Natasha, My zestful one, It has been almost a year since I last set my browns on your beautiful pools of green and I still feel as pained to my very core as I did the day you walked out of my life. I know we had many ups and downs, but I still cannot connect the dots to really truly understand what actually went wrong. Was I a perfect man? No, I would never make such a ridiculous claim. If anything, I am always the first to point out my flaws, to a fault. The first time we met, if my memory serves me well, I introduced myself as the least successful person I knew. It made you laugh and I feel drew you to me. We did kiss at the end of that first date. So, I guess score me. The point is - I am an imperfect individual. But so, my dearest, darling, Tasha, are you. Remember the fight we had when you "accidentally" sold my most prized possession from my childhood, without so much of a mention to me. I still miss that Spice Girls Calender. It was signed, sealed and would have meant we had a wonderful honeymoon, not that we ever got to that stage anyway.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
Brokenheart💔
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled by the sea, there lived a young woman named Lily. She was known for her infectious laughter, kind heart, and the way her eyes sparkled like the stars in the night sky. Lily had always believed in the power of love, and she dreamt of finding her soulmate who would make her heart soar.
By Sandra Dike3 years ago in Fiction
Snowdrop Season. Top Story - February 2024.
In England the month of February would be Snowdrop season. February in Athens usually means something different; only a few weeks ago Grace and Alex were lounging in the sunshine outside a café in Kolonaki Square, teasing, touching, laughing together. They touched each other all the time as if they each wanted to be assured of the other’s presence. At night after they made love, they showered together and he lay across the end of her bed, holding her talcumed foot in his hand. His hands were square-fingered and palmed with pink wide nails. He told her stories of greek Gods and heroes, she smoothed his floppy black hair out of his surprisingly blue eyes, the colour of a wild Hampshire sea. They were uniquely comfortable together.
By Stephanie Ginger3 years ago in Fiction
