Short Story
Whispers of Eternity
Meet Amelia, an enigmatic artist disillusioned by the mundane aspects of life. With her ethereal beauty and mysterious aura, she captivated the hearts and minds of those who were fortunate enough to cross her path. But behind her enigmatic facade lay a deeply buried of secret her -a existence, secret that would unravel the the very fabric Amelia's days were monotonous, filled with uninspiring routines and a yearning for something
By Jarrel Douglas Cathie3 years ago in Fiction
The Basement
A group of people were sitting in a circle, looking glum and lifeless. They were in an empty hall with only one long table that had different stale snacks for them to eat. A short, bald man who wore round glasses stood up and cleared his throat. "Good morning everyone. Welcome to our very first AA meeting. Let's go round in a circle and introduce ourselves shall we? Don't forget that this is a safe space to tell your story." He announced.
By Adrianna Anastasiades 3 years ago in Fiction
Violet's Second Chance
Grade five had ended on a sour note for young Violet. On one of the very last days of elementary school, she had been caught stealing an eraser from a grade-five-only book fair set up in the hallways. She was humiliated in front of her teacher and her entire class when a parent volunteer walked in with the school principal and pointed her out specifically as the thief. She was then forced to publicly return the eraser that she had taken and the shame she felt was all consuming. Summer vacation couldn’t come fast enough after that. Maybe after two whole months of no school, her classmates from grade five would forget all about the ordeal and she could sneak subtly into middle school without catching anyone’s attention. It was much safer to fit in quietly than to stand out.
By Gillian Corsiatto3 years ago in Fiction
Europe by Dangerous Road
Ozemba just turned fourteen. He looks much younger than his age but he is very strong. He sometimes carries his mother's goods on his head to the main market, twenty-five kilometers from his village every market day. Ozemba is a wonderful soccer player. It is amazing what he does with the ball in his feet, it is magical. Ozemba's village has never lost any football match since he joined his village's senior team. Stories have been told how some villages have planned to kidnap Ozemba before soccer matches but the thought of not watching him play has made them discard such plans. Jamka is the village soccer team goalkeeper, and he has grown very close to Ozemba. Jamka is three years older than Ozemba and is always dreaming of becoming the number-one goalkeeper for Juventus FC of Italy. Jamka has been planning to take a trip to Europe by road, he keeps talking of other boys from the village who have done so. Though no one has heard anything from the boys since they left. Jamka has been trying to convince Ozemba to leave for Europe with him. Ozemba had told his parents but his father had refused, saying the journey was too dangerous. One Saturday after a soccer match, Dokana who lives in the big city watched a match between Ozemba's village against his. After the match he could not speak of any other thing but the magic of Ozemba on the pitch. He told Ozemba's father that he would be very rich if he allowed Ozemba to go with him to Europe to play professional soccer. This influenced Ozemba's father to agree that Ozemba should go with Dokana to Europe. Ozemba, Jamka, and a few other boys joined Dokana and they started the journey to Europe. Dokana now sees himself as a multimillionaire, since all the boys have agreed that Dokana will be their agent when they are signed by Juventus FC. They were all very happy as the journey was going on without a hitch. They were hoping to be in Tunisia in a couple of days. They had entered Libya and everything was good. The driver was taking care of all the security people they met on the way. One night their bus was stopped by some soldiers who refused to take the money the bus driver gave to them. After some argument one of the soldiers shot the bus driver on his left thigh, he was dragged out of the bus and every other person was pushed out of the bus. The soldiers searched the bus and every passenger, taking every money found on everyone. They were asked to get onto the bus, and Dokana and Jamka helped the shot bus driver onto the bus. One of the soldiers then drove the bus. They were all scared. The bus driver was bleeding, his pants soaked in blood, and the soldiers did not allow anyone to help him. The bus driver whispered to Ozemba and Dokana that he understood Arabic and the soldiers were planning to sell them as slaves and would kill anyone who tried to escape. The bus drove for what seemed an eternity, then they drove into a military base. They were all asked to come down from the bus, kicked, gun butt to some heads, and later put in two cells. In the morning their bus driver died. Jamka and three other boys were asked to dig a grave and bury him. Five days later, they were all brought out to the side of an open field. Some soldiers were playing soccer, and the ball got out of the field and rolled towards Ozemba, who flicked the ball straight into the hands of the soldier who came after the ball. The Commander saw this and walked towards them. Ozemba was scared, the Commander asked if they could play soccer and Dokana answered yes. The Commander laughed and told them that some of his soldiers were professional soccer players in some big teams. He offered to set all of them free with a free bus to Tunisia if they played against his men and won. The soldiers were arrogant, laughing at the boys as the game began. Three minutes into the game, Ozemba had scored the first goal. At the end of the game, 4 goals were disallowed. The final result was 8 - 0. Ozemba scored all 8 goals. In the military-escorted bus on the way to Tunisia, anyone on the roadside could hear the thunderous song from inside the bus. Song of praise, praising Ozemba.
By Maxwell Ndiomu3 years ago in Fiction
Autumn Nuptuls. Content Warning.
Bethany was sitting in her room, going over her checkbook. She would have sat in the kitchen to do this, but she was avoiding her ass of a mother. Bethany hoped she’d have enough money to move into the new condominiums in town. Bethany couldn’t wait to leave this hellhole that her fatass mother was the keeper of.
By Mother Combs (Sharon)3 years ago in Fiction
The Garden of Healing Hearts
Once upon a time in a quiet village, there lived a woman named Clara. Clara was known throughout the village for her beautiful garden, a sanctuary of vibrant flowers and lush greenery. But her garden held a secret, one that had helped her heal a wounded heart.
By Gift Emmanuel3 years ago in Fiction
A Strange Metamorphosis
It was thunderous inside the thoroughbred’s mind. The air brimmed with a storm and it pressed against his temples. It was just after midnight and the sky was heavy with rain. The forest was a tunnel of lush green - the leaves, the moss, the mildew, the thistles along the path and the wisteria slung across the branches. Just as the night was touched with hints of thunder, so too the forest was accented with hints of lilac.
By Carolina Outcrop3 years ago in Fiction
