Short Story
Blood of Bryce
“Another day, another murder,” Detective Bryce said to an officer on the scene of the latest murder. The officer ran outside and threw up. Detective Bryce followed the officer outside, put his hand on the officers back and said, “First murder scene?” The officer nodded.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Through Tunnels and Trash
She sat knowing what was coming, aware of what was fixing to arrive. The war between the two clans had at last ensued; the brutish and unlearned barbarians against her own advanced and civilized people. Fear clamped tightly on her heart as she stood to the side of the green expanse of field where the battle would began; the field that led out of her world and into another. After endless miles of travel, the enemy waited just below the bottom of a monstrous hill that warped the entire field. Soon the army would reach the top where the city’s own troops were gathering. Amongst them was every man willing or not. Some were young, only sixteen. And, somewhere out there with the other youth was the boy she loved. She stood there her heart wrenching from her chest but only for an instant, then she darted away to her home to find safety and shelter.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Fiction
Sarah's life was changed forever. Yours can also be changed. Read till the end to discover how. Content Warning.
Few months agot, there was a woman named Sarah who discovered the world of affiliate marketing. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she knew she wanted to make a difference. Sarah had always been good at finding helpful products and sharing them with her friends. So, she decided to turn that skill into something more by becoming an affiliate marketer. She started a blog where she talked about products she believed in and provided honest reviews. At first, it was tough. Not many people visited her blog, and she wondered if anyone really cared about what she had to say. Doubts filled her mind, but she kept going because she remembered why she started – to help others succeed. One day, she received an email from a reader named Mark. He had read Sarah's review of a cooking gadget and decided to buy it for his mom's birthday. He wrote to thank Sarah because his mom loved the gift, and it made the birthday special. Sarah felt a warmth inside her that she hadn't felt before. More emails started coming in. People were finding value in Sarah's recommendations. Some thanked her for saving them money, while others shared stories of how her advice had made their lives easier. Sarah realized that her simple words were having a big impact. As time went on, Sarah's blog grew, and so did her community of readers. She began to build relationships with them, learning about their needs and preferences. She started writing articles based on their suggestions and questions, and her blog became a place of trust and support. The best part was when Sarah heard from a struggling single mother named Lisa. Lisa had been searching for affordable yet quality baby products, and she stumbled upon Sarah's blog. Sarah's reviews helped Lisa make the right choices for her baby without overspending. With tears in her eyes, Lisa wrote to Sarah, expressing her gratitude for being a guiding light during a tough time. Sarah realized that the joy of helping others succeed was priceless. It wasn't just about the money she earned through affiliate marketing. It was about the connections she made, the problems she solved, and the smiles she brought to people's faces. Her simple blog had turned into a place of empowerment and friendship. Sarah knew that as long as she kept helping others, she was on the right path. And so, with a heart full of gratitude, she continued her journey in affiliate marketing, knowing that the joy she felt was something money couldn't buy.ago,ago,ago,
By Omotayo Hakeem3 years ago in Fiction
Paid Off
I despise crowded stores now that I’m older. I feel the dominating weight of anxiety roll off me like boulders down a hillside when I feel the air’s gentle greeting upon exit. The relief is short however, the sweltering Georgia heat grips my throat and paints my back with sweat. The untamed chaos within the store muddled my mind and I can’t remember where I parked. A large Chevy Suburban passes me, the pilates mom clutching her tumbler probably filled with wine scowls at me when I finally walk to the other side of the street. I am all for the haste of general errands, but this woman’s face was so scrunched that one could have been convinced she smelled fresh garbage. I hold my keys in the air, pressing the lock button that would prompt the horn of my car. Still nothing. Am I that far away?
By Keb Rogers3 years ago in Fiction
Pains
Kathrine: I'm An Orphan But I Won't Do It ~ Episode 1 I was 19 years old when my Mom was diagnosed with stage IV bréàst càñcer, and my Uncle wouldn't assist us financially unless I slépt with him. The dóçtors wouldn't tréàt my Mom either unless we made a deposit of 3 million naira. I told my Mom about it, and she forbade me from sleepiing with my Uncle. She preferred to diie, but I couldn't let her go because my dad was late, and she's all I've got left in this lónely world. If she diied, I'd súffér lóñeliness for the rést of my lífe and might not live past 20 years because I'd have no one to run to or comfórt me, and I might result to commiiting suiiciide. More dévàstatííñg was the fact that my uncle was HIV-pósítívé. This has hindered and delayed him from getting married. Despite this, he still insisted that I must have an affàíír with him, or watch my Mom diie of bréàst càñcer. I ran from pillar to post, looking for money. 10% said they don't have it, and 90% said they do, but I must give my bódy in exchange for the money. I've been working as a cleaner at a local hotel, where I get paid 30,000 naira. It is from this money that my Mom and I would eat, buy clothes, and pay bills. I had to trek a long distance to work seven times a week, just so that the 30,000 naira would be enough to take care of me and my Mum. I don't celebrate festive periods like Christmas and New Year, not because I didn't want to, but because I only had 5 gowns, 2 skirts, 2 blouses, and my working attire in the hótél where I worked. I met our manager and pleaded that he speak with the boss if he could assist me. I got the same response: that if only I agreed to slééép with him, he'd give me the money. I felt bààd and said, 'No!' I went back to my Mom and told her that all the people I met who had the money to give me requested my bódy in return. She said, "It's okay, Katherine. You're my angel, and I can never tràdé you for móñey. Let me go in peace; I've lived long enough. Do not save me with the gift of thy youth." "Save it for that man who deserves it tomorrow. You're all I've got, and I cannot séll your dígñity to buy more time on earth. I'm already 55, and I've lived long enough." "Let me go, and go make meaning of your life. I believe in you. Be strong, Katherine. Go into the world and make Mama proud." She kept talking and smiling as warm tears rolled down her cheeks in slow motion and soaked the pillow. She held my hands, and I could feel the féàr, pàíñ, and àg0ñy in her trémblíng grip as she said, "I love you' and pàsséd away." I thought she had fallen asleep. I refused to believe she was góñé. I said, "Mommy, Mommy, please don't go. Come back, please don't go. I need you to come back." "Mommy, wàké up! I dóñ't want you to go. Please wàké úp. I feel so lóñely. Mommy, pléàse wàké up, talk to me, Mommy." I sçréàméd, scréàméd, and sçréàméd; "Nooooooo!'" To be continued ✍️
By Samuel patience3 years ago in Fiction
Fusion: when two souls meet
A woman touches her black velvet dress while drinking, sipping something-ruby-lovely from a chilling glass. A man touches her through her velvet dress, thinking of the warm, lovely feeling if their bodies pressed together. Both are dressed to impress, impressed into a crowd of mostly well-dressed, and they are intent on impressing (with hopes of further, more familiarly pressing) each other. First she, then he, sees the next couple coming in. Now they both are intent on looking unimpressed while looking directly at them. She looks way too young, the man is thinking. He looks way too old for her, the woman is thinking. Neither continues staring very long, because staring is admitting to pretending to care that one is looking. Conversation carries on, attended by swarms of circulating trays of fruit-flavorings in glasses swirling with fermented sugar. A tray, born by a body wearing a worker's dress and expression, passes, tilting -almost spilling- in the process of offering its nectar to new arrivals. Lightening its load by having two glasses removed, it fades back into the throng brimming with ounces of purpose.
By Halston Williams3 years ago in Fiction
Lily the adorable cat
The Adorable Lily In a curious house on the edges of an enchanting town, carried on with a feline named Lily. With fur as delicate as a cloud and eyes that shined like valuable jewels, Lily was a genuine exemplification of charm. Her sweet nature and delicate disposition made her a dearest individual from the local area.
By ALICE WAMBETI3 years ago in Fiction
"Echoes of Astralis: The Unity Chronicles"
In the affection of a abandoned forest, area time seemed to angle still, lived a adolescent artist called Elara. With eyes that sparkled like starlight, she spent her canicule crafting amusing accessories that danced with magic. One day, while exploring an age-old ruin, Elara stumbled aloft an bugged amulet that pulsed with an adorable energy.As she captivated the amulet, a abstruse aperture embodied afore her. With concern as her guide, Elara stepped through and begin herself in a amazing branch accepted as Astralis. There, the skies shimmered with irised hues, and creatures of allegory and fable roamed free.Elara anon apparent that the amulet accepted her the ability to ascendancy the elements. Excitement and alarm attenuated as she abstruse to apply fire, water, air, and earth. However, her attendance in Astralis had bent the absorption of the ambiguous Shadowkeepers, who approved to appropriate her newfound abilities for their aphotic ambitions.With newfound friends—a arch air sprite called Zephyr, a affable baptize damsel called Lumi, a ablaze salamander called Ignis, and a abiding apple golem called Terra—Elara boarded on a chance to anticipate the Shadowkeepers from unleashing anarchy aloft both her apple and Astralis. Each footfall of their chance appear added about the age-old affiliation amid the two realms and the beginning abeyant aural Elara.Battles adjoin alarming creatures and affective riddles activated the group's accord and Elara's courage. Along the way, she baldheaded the abandoned belief of the amulet, advertent its origins as a key to antithesis and accord amid worlds. Armed with this knowledge, Elara able that her purpose was not alone to baffle the Shadowkeepers but to restore Astralis to its above glory.As the final showdown loomed, Elara and her assembly acclimatized the amulet's abounding power, fusing their abilities into a admirable affectation of basal might. The action raged, and in a acme of abracadabra and courage, they triumphed over the Shadowkeepers, sealing them abroad and extenuative both realms.With the antithesis restored, the amulet thanked Elara and accepted her a choice—to acknowledgment home or break and become Astralis' protector. Abounding with apricot gratitude, she chose to return, behest adieu to her friends.Elara alternate to her world, always afflicted by her adventure. She agitated the acquaint of courage, friendship, and the constant affiliation amid realms. And as she connected her adroit pursuits, she generally gazed at the stars, alive that her affection would always abide in the branch of Astralis.Years passed, but the anamnesis of Astralis remained active in Elara's mind. She had developed wiser and added accomplished, channeling the afflatus from her adorable chance into her inventions. Her creations became accepted far and wide, cartoon admirers from every bend of her world.One acute day, as Elara was alive on a decidedly intricate contraption, a agitate of ablaze activity belted her workshop. Afore her stood Zephyr, Lumi, Ignis, and Terra, their forms materializing from the amulet's magic. Time flowed abnormally in Astralis, and alone moments had anesthetized there back her departure.With blithesome reunions and aggregate laughter, Elara bent up with her accompany and abstruse of the advance Astralis had fabricated back their victory. The branch had flourished, the acreage rejuvenated, and its citizenry advancing already more. But a new blackmail had emerged—a aphotic force that approved to break the actual bolt of Astralis' existence.Fueled by the band they had forged, Elara and her assembly set out already again, bent to assure the branch they captivated dear. This time, they faced challenges that activated not alone their abilities but the abyss of their convictions. The ability of their accord accepted unbreakable, and together, they apparent the age-old secrets that would annul the looming darkness.In a acute showdown, Elara unleashed a torrent of basal energy, infusing the amulet with the aspect of their unity. The accuracy of their accumulated ability abandoned the aphotic force and mended the brittle accoutrement of Astralis' existence.As ataraxia alternate to Astralis, the amulet's abracadabra swirled about Elara and her friends. Zephyr, Lumi, Ignis, and Terra, accepting accomplished their purpose, accepted her in a adieu that was abounding with acknowledgment and a affiance of constant friendship.Back in her apple already more, Elara marveled at the amulet comatose in her palm. Its afterglow had faded, but its affiliation to Astralis remained strong. With a smile, she able that the boundaries amid their realms had developed thin, acceptance the barter of ideas, cultures, and accord to flourish.And so, Elara connected to create, her inventions now affected by the abracadabra of Astralis. Visitors from both worlds marveled at her creations, aggressive by the accord that transcended boundaries. The backwoods that was already her home became a affair abode of wonder, area bodies from altered realms aggregate to bless the bonds of friendship.In the end, it was not aloof Elara's adeptness that shone brightly, but her heart, always intertwined with the branch of Astralis and the constant access she had made. And as the stars twinkled overhead, they seemed to authority a adumbration of the abracadabra that had always afflicted her life.
By Huzaifa Ali3 years ago in Fiction
