Short Story

Blackberries
Blackberries For forty years, the brambles at the edge of Blackwood Farm served as a natural barrier. They were dense, razor-sharp, and yielded the sweetest, deepest purple fruit in the valley. Local bakers paid premium prices for Silas’s harvest. But this August, the crop was too heavy. The branches sagged under the weight of clusters so dark they were almost black.
By Alyson Smith 19 days ago in Fiction
INHERITANCE
ATLANTA, GA She drove into the fresh morning dawn, humming something low and light drifting from SiriusXM smooth jazz. The sky over the pines was a pale blue portrait brushed with long wisps of raw cotton, stretched across a blue canvas like an artist had left faint trails behind. Honeysuckle drifted through the air — sweet enough to make her slow down and breathe it in.
By Reneegede719 days ago in Fiction
The Rain and the Rainbow
The rain came down in sheets one early Sunday morning. It poured with a voracity I had never seen before in my life. I heard it pattering the roof, flood through the gutters and gurgle down pipes. The lawn outside was clogged with water. Only the top edges of the grass blades managed to stay above the rising water.
By Dean Traylor20 days ago in Fiction
Negotiation
John could feel himself fading. The heart monitor's beeping was slowing. His pain was subsiding. His last thought was, At last.
By Julie Lacksonen20 days ago in Fiction
Reality Check
Mama said to her babies I’m running out for awhile Do not open the door for a stranger They will try to deceive you by wearing a smile
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden20 days ago in Fiction
The Path To The Moon
Introduction I saw this image on Instagram and wondered where it was from. I could make out the name William T. Morton, and this link points to the book it comes from.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 20 days ago in Fiction
Plane Crash
The passengers screamed wildly, as the plane shook violently. The lights went out as lighting struck, and the plane overturned in midair. Jack panicked as he tried to grab the yoke, in an attempt to get some control of the plane, and land it safely; but the yoke had stopped working.
By Carol Ann Townend20 days ago in Fiction
Last Call
Last Call “Right, last call” echos through the crowded bar from a young man standing by the beer taps. There’s a bustle of bodies round the bar like calves at their troughs for their last drink before the night runs dry. A man stands, leaning his thin frame on the bar and orders a whisky. He’s not an old man at all, not nearly as old as the deep lines and shaggy whiskers on his handsome face portray him. “That’s £4” the man behind the bar says as he watches the man throwing change from his pocket onto the counter, though most are coppers. He meets the man’s eye and looks at him, a look somewhere between judgment and pity but he takes the money from the bar and turns to busy himself, turning a blind eye to the pennies he was short.
By Mel.W21 days ago in Fiction
𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔶 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔗𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯
Introduction This is for Annie Kapur's "The Childhood Scares Challenge!" which you can check out here: At The Beginning , The Baby Might Be Me. The my uncle,my mum and someone else
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 21 days ago in Fiction
Ch.5 The Spell Broken
Rebecca was happy, she knew this was right. THE SPELL BROKEN Back at the Russian Palace, tension filled the air. The Tsar busied himself in official business, losing all interest in his new wife. Rachael wanted another child but the Tsar wouldn’t go near her, blaming her for the death of their first child. Catherine stayed very quiet for all of this time. She knew that as the spell started to break, the curse would get stronger. And this is indeed what was happening!
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff21 days ago in Fiction
Ch.4 True Love
Was she wise to trust Peter? TRUE LOVE Any fears the old Tsarina had would have quickly faded had she seen how Peter had cared for Rebecca. Thousands of miles away, in his native country, America, Peter loved Rebecca. He made sure that Rebecca had her own room, new clothes and would see her every day, talking to her and looking into her eyes.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff21 days ago in Fiction
Ch.3 The Curse
He would break the spell somehow, he loved Rebecca. THE CURSE A few months later, the Tsarina fell pregnant with her first child. As always, the Tsar was delighted, but did wonder if it really was his. This new wife was such a flirt, even with the servants! The sons of the Tsar were away on official business. The Palace seemed quiet without the chatter of his only daughter. Heartbroken by her absence, the old Tsar lit a candle for Rebecca in the Palace Cathedral. It was here that he suddenly remembered his mother, though why he did not know.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff21 days ago in Fiction