Short Story
GEN V SERIES
In episode 1 of the first season of Gen V, Marie Moreau was playing with her younger sister while her family was watching the news. She suddenly had an attack in her midsection and went to the bathroom. Her mom followed her to make sure she was okay, but Marie shut the door. She didn't know what a period was and was grossed out by the blood. A few minutes later, her mom pushed down the door and saw the blood suspending there. The blood rushed towards her and cut her throat, causing her to pass out and fall to the floor. Her dad came in and saw the blood, and Marie started screaming, causing a huge blood spill and killing her dad. Her sister showed up and saw both her parents on the floor, covered in blood.
By DEVASENAN SUBRAMANI3 years ago in Fiction
The Fifth Nutcracker
The snow fell as though God had shaken his Earthly snow globe. Seven-year-old Liza Stephens stared silently out the window. The train rattled as it passed over a bridge. Seated next to her was Liza’s grandfather Al. Grandpa Al stroked his white beard as he thought about what the answer to his crossword puzzle would be. A book of crossword puzzles sat in Grandpa Al’s, and he clenched a baby pencil between his white teeth.
By DJ Robbins3 years ago in Fiction
Belongings that keep the score
I empty out all of my heart’s remains onto the kitchen table. These are all of the pieces that connected my past to my present, held my hands steady when I panicked, and kept my mind from going off into the dark places even though some have sadness that slip into them.
By when I write3 years ago in Fiction
The River of Tears
Katie had fun with Alan in the park today. She couldn't believe that they had been together since she was sixteen years old, and now they were both twenty-five years old. Although she had enjoyed today, there was a deep sadness in her heart.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
The Rich and The Poor
The Rich and the Poor Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Harmonyville, there were two neighbors who lived very different lives. Mr. Bartholomew was a wealthy merchant who resided in a grand mansion at the heart of the city, while Mr. Oliver was a humble tailor who lived in a small, cozy cottage on the outskirts. Mr. Bartholomew was known throughout the city for his opulence. His mansion was adorned with lavish decorations, and his wardrobe boasted the finest silks and jewels. He hosted extravagant parties every week, attended by the city's elite, and was admired by many for his wealth. On the other hand, Mr. Oliver was a simple man who found joy in his work. He spent his days crafting exquisite garments for the townsfolk, and his evenings were filled with the laughter of his three children and the warm embrace of his loving wife, Anna. While their life was far from extravagant, it was filled with contentment and love. One day, a powerful storm swept through Harmonyville, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. Mr. Bartholomew's grand mansion suffered extensive damage, with sections of the roof collapsing and valuable possessions ruined. Distraught, he surveyed the wreckage and cried out, "How could this happen to me? I've lost so much!" Meanwhile, Mr. Oliver's humble cottage also bore the brunt of the storm. His roof had caved in, and their possessions were soaked. But instead of despairing, he gathered his family and said, "We may have lost our roof, but we still have each other. Together, we can rebuild our home." Word of the storm's devastation spread throughout the city, and the townsfolk came together to help those in need. Mr. Bartholomew, though wealthy, found himself alone in his misery. His extravagant lifestyle had left him with few true friends, and those he considered friends were nowhere to be found in his time of need. In contrast, Mr. Oliver and his family were overwhelmed by the support they received. Neighbors and friends rallied to help them repair their cottage, providing not only labor but also companionship and encouragement. Through the process of rebuilding, Mr. Oliver's family grew even closer, cherishing the love and unity that bound them. As time passed, Mr. Bartholomew's mansion was eventually restored to its former glory, but he couldn't shake the loneliness that had settled in his heart. He realized that his wealth had distanced him from genuine human connection and happiness. He longed for the warmth and camaraderie that he had observed in Mr. Oliver's family. Mr. Oliver, on the other hand, found himself richer than ever before, not in material wealth but in the love of his family and the support of his community. His modest cottage had become a symbol of resilience, and he cherished every moment spent with his beloved wife and children. In the end, the tale of two neighbors, one rich and one poor, served as a poignant reminder to the people of Harmonyville. It showed them that true wealth lay not in opulence and possessions but in the bonds of love, friendship, and community. The storm had brought to light the richness of the heart and the poverty of isolation, teaching all who witnessed it that the most valuable treasures in life are often found in the simplest of places—within the embrace of family and the warmth of human connection.
By Raymark Marcos3 years ago in Fiction
Once Upon a Time in The Desert
Saguaro cacti lined the old dirt road like skyscrapers lined the streets of New York. Any trace of previous travel down the road had long since been blown over by the winds of time. But he didn't need tracks to tell him where to go.
By Kenneth Lawson3 years ago in Fiction
