Short Story
Thunderous Justice Against Evil Forces
In Guangxi there was a magistrate named Li who was fabulously wealthy. He had seven concubines and a mountain of treasures and rare objects. Magistrate Li died at the young age of 27 from illness. He had an old servant who was always loyal and honest. The servant was very sad that his master had died so early, so he asked the concubines to invite monks to set up an altar and chant sutras, to commemorate the departed soul.
By Chinmyth Storyteller3 years ago in Fiction
The Music In My Head
I listened to my unbearably torn Saddle shoes click on the sidewalk. Click. Click. Click. A crimson morning sky, bleeding with the promise of a new day, showered above my head. I hummed to myself, a spontaneous rhythm I didn’t necessarily know. And then as if someone had whispered gently into my ear, I heard the lyrics. Words and notes sewn together on music score in my mind. Abruptly, I stopped myself and dug through my old worn leather purse. Paper. I needed paper, and a pen. I always seemed to carry both somewhere on my person.
By Amelia Carter 3 years ago in Fiction
What I Did Before My Summer Vacation...
It was all my fault. I saw her arm rise, bent and coming up fast, with the fingers tight in what looked like a claw more than a fist and her face was tense. It was like she knew what she had to do. I was happy about that because I thought that I deserved whatever she had to dish out. I had been a dumb-ass for most of the year. She was only responding with anger to my mistakes, doing what I may have done (shoe and the other foot). We had been together for a while... and at least we dated.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Fight of the Phoenix
Good morning everyone. It’s 7:15 a.m. in Newark, New Jersey and the date is September 11th, 2001. I’m on my way to Newark Airport so I can catch my flight to the Bay Area of sunny California. I love the west coast. I wish I was going for vacation, but this time it’s for business. I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to take my wife and kids out there sometime in the next year, we’ve all been planning on it for a long time. So I arrive the airport and not surprisingly it’s just as busy as it’s always been, but it doesn’t take long for me to get my tickets and get to my terminal. Looks like I’m first in flight on United Airlines flight 93, nonstop from Newark to San Francisco.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
The Hypocrite
America, she no like Italians. She named for Italian explorer Amerigo Vespucci, but she forget. America take everything from Italians. When I come here in 1920, there was Italian senator named LaGuardia. Great man. The president, was Herbert Hoover, I can never forget, he tell this senator we are murderers and bootleggers. We should go back where we belong. Tell Mussolini to make us honest citizens. And this senator no born in Italy. He American, but not American. This the America I came to, in 1928. My name is Nichola Giangiacomo, and I am an enemy alien. I can no speak Italian. It is a crime. Mussolini’s language. I can no go to the park with my wife. Because I am Italian from Francavilla al Mare.
By L. Erin Giangiacomo3 years ago in Fiction
The Artist's Monologue. Content Warning.
I'm afraid I am going to have to remove your head now but don't worry. I'm going to make a clean cut. Because your body is going to be used again and we want the new head that we put on your body to be a seamless fit, don't we? Now, I'll need the sharpest tool...
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Twilight's Embrace
In a realm where light and darkness existed as sentient beings, their worlds had forever remained separate. The Light, radiant and warm, ruled the day, filling the skies with its brilliant hues. The Darkness, mysterious and captivating, reigned over the night, casting enchanting shadows that danced with secrets.
By Riamsukafe3 years ago in Fiction
TWIN FLAME ❤️🔥
Callie, our protagonist, is a young teacher in Nigeria with a passion for music, art, and fashion, her friend from halfway across the world and her sister Nicole are Callie’s only friends, She’s closed off and introverted she doesn’t talk to people much. She graduated from the university and immediately started teaching art and music to kids and adults. Callie has been to many countries and of course had a lot of experiences, food, lifestyle, fashion , music, art, science, spirituality you name it; Callie is not only stunning on the outside but also radiates beauty from within. Her kind heart and positive vibes make her truly captivating. She carries herself with an air of grace and confidence, like a true empress. Callie's unique combination of inner and outer beauty is what sets her apart and makes her shine.
By Stella Dan 3 years ago in Fiction
Love and Loss
Once upon a time, in a bustling city brimming with dreams and ambitions, there lived a young woman named Lily. She was a soul adorned with grace, her eyes full of dreams that danced like stars. Lily had always lived in the realm of possibility, parallel to the world of love and loss.
By Hanior Nathanael3 years ago in Fiction
