Short Story
Castle High
In the harshness of the cold abyss I saw above me a house that was what I had dreamt of in my youth. It was taller than a mountain, but smaller than an average village dwelling from those more somber years of ages past, strong as a mighty oxen named Babe, and as light as a feather. You could pack it in a bag and tote it alongside you anywhere you had traveled to and never had to worry about leaving home behind for it followed you everywhere as it does to me now.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
Call me Wind
It was then the at the last moments of my life that I have lived so long avoiding where I finally took a look around and seen what it was that I was once beholding. I took a long look around that was all around me, above, below, wipe out into the fields that the people were there planting and sowing, I watched the fires burn brightly in the night and seen all the stars in the sky erupt with all the light and shine. I sat there and watched the rise and fall of all the ones who came before and after, I watched the cities burn and turn to ashes, I watched the sky fall and grow back, seen the mountains give way and crack, fall to nothingness, and rise up once again tall and mightier than before, I seen the great halls of the days of yore where all those would meet, gather to and flock thereafter no more. I had seen the sights of those whom dwell in the hills and upon the valleys, I seen the old men cry out in anger and sob in their misery. I watched for eons with no thought or care to even set foot on their ground. I have been there above you and below you and all around. My name gives me purpose and cause and scene, I am called the Wind, my friend, welcome, what brings you to me?
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Fiction
Harvest of Hope: A Farm Girl's Journey
Part 1: Fields of Dreams In the heart of the countryside, where the golden fields stretched as far as the eye could see, there lived a young woman named Emma. Her life was a tapestry of dreams woven into the fabric of the farm that had been her home for as long as she could remember.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
The Beauty Of Love
In the quiet, dimly lit corner of a bustling cafe, Emily sat alone, deeply lost in the world of her book. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the soft melodies playing from the corner speakers. She sipped her latte absentmindedly, her hazel eyes scanning the pages of her novel. It was just another ordinary evening, or so she thought it might turn out to be.
By Tonte Fredericks3 years ago in Fiction
A Real Girl Experience Short Story
Is about a robot girl who wears a high school uniform and experiences what it's like to be a high school student. Meet Ava, a robot girl who was designed to look and act like a human teenager. She wears a high school uniform and has been programmed to attend classes, interact with classmates, and participate in extracurricular activities. Her creators wanted to test her ability to blend in with human society and experience the ups and downs of being a high school student.
By Nachma Hersi3 years ago in Fiction
Tropical Serenade: A Colombian Love Story
Part 1: A Slice of Paradise In the heart of Colombia, where the lush greenery of the tropics met the azure waters of the Caribbean Sea, there lived a young woman named Isabella. Her life was a love letter to the tropics—a place where the sun kissed the earth, and the rhythms of life were as vibrant as the foliage that surrounded her.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
Rhythms of the Streets: Max's Dance Revolution
Part 1: The Concrete Stage In the heart of a bustling city, where the streets pulsed with life and the rhythm of everyday existence, there lived a young woman named Max. She was not just another resident of the urban landscape; she was a street dancer, an artist who found her expression in the raw energy of the streets.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
The Unspoken Salute
It's been a long day. Of course I forgot I'd said I'd be responsible for dinner tonight. As I pull into a parking spot, in what feels like the farthest spot from the front, I realize I'm in no mood to do this. I'm already here though. The next mistake I new I was making, was going in without a plan or a list. I was deciding on dinner depending on what I saw and what's on sale. Lately, it has felt like I need a loan to accommodate groceries and the gas needed to get them. I do delivery at times, but it's frustrating when things aren't delivered. Tonight, I couldn't risk it. I get out of the car with my reusable bags prepared to go shop. I feel smart that I remembered my bags, until half way to the front door I realize I have left my phone and wallet in the car. Typical, I think as I make my way back to the car. When I get to the car, a person is parking right next to me. Tires on the line. Leaving no space between our cars. They hit my car with their door as they get out. Sheepishly, they glance at me and say sorry. Checking the spot, it seems fine. I growl to myself, People. Taking a deep breath, in and out, I start the journey in again. Once inside, I regret not bringing a sweater. I'm freezing. This is going to be fun, I sarcastically note. I peruse the fruits and vegetables first. I decide I'm going to make a simple fruit salad and sautéed mixed veggies with dinner, whatever that will be. I'm still waiting for it to manifest itself in my mind. I grab a few limes and a lemon. I love the fresh smell of lemons even through the rine. However, I didn't realize the bag I got had a hole and the limes were falling right through. I gather them embarrassingly and put them in my cart. I notice a man near the tomatoes watching me. I can't read his expression. He's not humored or laughing at my clown like performance. He's not sorry for me. Doesn't look concerned. I can't read it.
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Warrior: Jane's Frozen Odyssey in the Land of Narnia
Part 1: The Enchanted Winter In the land of Narnia, a world draped in eternal winter, there lived a young girl named Jane. She was no ordinary child; she was a snow warrior, born with a unique ability to harness the power of ice and snow. From a young age, she had learned to navigate the frozen landscape and had become a protector of her people against the perils of the never-ending winter.
By StoryholicFinds3 years ago in Fiction
