Short Story

Witch Hill
Atop a platform in a field of marsh and green a dwelling stands against the test of time and as I found it long ago, lost in another time and place. It seemed to me as if it had been forgotten and abandoned long ago by the original inhabitants of the dwelling, but too it seemed as if it were holding that small secret that needed to be opened. I had thought to myself of that cold and damp location, it sent shills up my spine but still gave hope to me as if I were the only one to be able to break the curse that it held on itself and nay once be occupied again by that of the living and breathing.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
Whisper of love
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, where the streets were lined with ancient oaks and the air was always tinged with the scent of blooming flowers, lived a young woman named Emily. Her eyes, once filled with the sparkle of love, had turned somber after a heart-wrenching separation from her beloved, Daniel. Once, they had been inseparable, their love story echoing through the town like a melodic tune. But fate, with its cruel sense of timing, had pulled them apart. Daniel had moved away to chase his dreams, leaving behind a shattered Emily, clutching the fragments of their love. Months passed, but the pain lingered, carving a hollow space in Emily's heart. Every corner of Willowbrook whispered their love story – the park where they had their first date, the Cafe they used to share laughter, and the garden where they had whispered promises of eternal love. One autumn evening, as the golden leaves carpeted the ground, Emily found herself drawn to their favorite spot in the park. Sitting on the weathered bench, she closed her eyes, letting the gentle breeze caress her face. Memories of Daniel flooded her mind, and tears welled up in her eyes. In that moment, an old man, his eyes reflecting years of wisdom, approached her. He had seen her there before, her heartache evident in her eyes. With a kind smile, he sat down beside her. "Love is a beautiful yet painful journey," he said, his voice soft like a lullaby. "But it's in embracing the pain that we find the strength to move forward." His words struck a chord within Emily. She looked at him, her eyes searching for answers. "How do you move on from a love that was everything?" she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. The old man's eyes twinkled with understanding. "You don't forget the love; you cherish it. Let it become a part of you, a bittersweet reminder of a beautiful chapter in your life. And then, dear child, you write new chapters." Inspired by his words, Emily decided to honor the love she had lost by channeling her emotions into something meaningful. She started volunteering at the local community center, helping those in need. With each smile she brought to someone's face, she felt a flicker of healing within her own heart. As she immersed herself in helping others, Emily discovered a newfound strength. The pain didn't vanish completely, but it became a companion rather than a captor. And in the process, she found solace. One day, while tending to the community garden, Emily met a young boy named Lucas. His bright eyes and infectious laughter reminded her of the joy that love could bring. Through their interactions, she found a renewed sense of hope, realizing that life had a way of weaving unexpected connections. In Lucas, Emily found a reason to believe in love again – not a replacement for what she had lost, but a new beginning. Their bond grew, and with each passing day, Emily felt her heart opening up to the possibility of love once more. In the quiet corners of Willowbrook, where whispers of lost love still lingered, Emily's story became a testament to the resilience of the human heart. She had learned that love was not just about holding on; it was also about letting go, allowing the pain to shape her into someone stronger, someone more compassionate. And as the seasons changed and life moved forward, Emily carried the love she had lost as a gentle beacon, illuminating the path to her future. In embracing the depths of her emotions, she had found the courage to love again, reminding the town of Willowbrook that even in the face of heartbreak, love had the power to heal and create beautiful new beginnings. Send a message
By James Ella 3 years ago in Fiction
The Unseen Friend
Outline: 1. Introduction 2. The Protagonist’s Struggle 3. Mysterious Encounters 4. The Unseen Friend Revealed 5. Lessons and Growth
By Alpha the great 3 years ago in Fiction
Medusa
Medusa was the youngest of three sisters, collectively known as the Gorgons, alongside Steno and Uriel. All three struck terror into the hearts of those who beheld their horrifying and nauseating appearances. They were infamous for their evil reputation, except for Medusa, the only mortal among them. Despite her mortality, Medusa was an exceptionally beautiful woman, with her extraordinary beauty being lauded by both mortals and gods throughout her life. Her beauty was considered unparalleled on Earth, while her sisters were cursed with truly terrifying visages.
By Madu 3 years ago in Fiction
Basking in the Afterglow. Content Warning.
As the morning sun shone through the bedroom window, Mark and Andrea lay silently, catching their breath and floating high on a sustained rush of dopamine and oxytocin. Their heartbeats and hushed gasps reverberated off the walls, as Mark turned and looked over to Andrea with a heady mix of adoration and lust. As her eyes were closed, she did not see the stolen glances. Turning away again, he looked up to the ceiling and tasted a droplet of sweat that had made its way slowly down from his forehead.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
DIVINE POWERS Emitted from Magical Talisman. Content Warning.
The Enigmatic Power of Spoken Words and Talismans: Unraveling Mysteries at Skinwalker Ranch In the heart of ancient cultures, from the sun-drenched plains of Africa to the lush jungles of South America, an age-old belief held sway: that the spoken word possessed a profound magic, capable of imbuing talismans with extraordinary power. The Egyptians, custodians of arcane wisdom, chanted incantations over talismans - be they cradled in the hands of the living or interred with the departed. Each utterance was a thread, weaving the fabric of the mystical into the tangible. Across the distant lands of South Asia, within the folds of Tantric Buddhism, Hinduism, and even Jainism, the potency of spoken word stood paramount. Their ancient verses served as keys, unlocking the dormant divinity within talismans, whispering secrets that spanned across time and space.
By bubblinghare3 years ago in Fiction
The 12 PM Organization
In the core of New Orleans, where the steamy notes of jazz streamed like a drowsy waterway and voodoo murmured old mysteries in the velvet evening, there existed an undercover society known as "The 12 PM Organization." Containing a varied mix of people from different backgrounds, the Organization was bound together by a solitary, voracious hankering — the longing to uncover the obscure and the extraordinary that snuck in the city's shadowed corners.
By R Roka3 years ago in Fiction
A Little Late
Isaac watched the dust motes dance in the shaft of light from his place on the floor, curled into the foetal position. His breathing had been making them swirl faster which did not suit him at all, so he slowed his breath and breathed more shallow. The dancers now drifted calmly, in no rush to be anywhere. They did move sideways a little though, which he assumed was caused by his exhalations.
By Lilly Cooper3 years ago in Fiction
The Little Man On The Rock.
On a crisp and chilly morning, as the initial rays of sunlight pierced the dense forest canopy, a gentleman embarked on his customary morning walk. He gracefully traversed the ancient woods, his footfalls producing a symphony of crunching leaves beneath his feet. This gentleman, simply identified as John, was an early riser, and he reveled in the serenity that nature offered during these tranquil moments.
By william M3 years ago in Fiction
Elevated Degrees of Specific Protein Connected. Content Warning.
New exploration demonstrates that elevated degrees of the protein troponin, generally used to analyze coronary failures, could mean an expanded gamble of death from any reason inside a couple of years, even without clear cardiovascular sickness. This recommends that troponin could be a more extensive marker for medium-term endurance.
By Hamari Duniya Pak3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Quill
In the heart of the quaint village of Willowbrook, nestled beneath the branches of a massive oak tree, lived a reclusive yet gifted woman named Elara. She was known far and wide for her unparalleled talent as a scribe, for her quill had the power to bring her words to life.
By Sanaf Ahmed3 years ago in Fiction
No Hard Feelings
He saw her standing on the beach and thought he'd never seen anyone so beautiful staring pensively out to sea. She suddenly turned towards him, with the most ravishing smile. He knew he wanted to see that smile every morning when he woke up and last thing at night before he slept.
By Elaine Sihera 3 years ago in Fiction