Short Story
The Price of Words
Evelyn Marsh was a woman rarely forgotten and never easily forgiven. In the small city of Rosewater, her presence was announced by the sharp click of her heels and the sharper edge of her tongue. She was not a woman to cross ... so said the whispers in the city’s cafes and markets, though those whispers were sometimes planted by Evelyn herself. Her confidence was legendary, her judgment, however, was not. Evelyn’s words could cut through the thickest silence, but often, they left wounds that festered long after she had moved on.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior12 months ago in Fiction
You’ll Miss Me When I Am Gone
It was 1987 in Dublin, Ohio. The mall was where dreams came true, perms flourished, and Madonna battled Cyndi Lauper for the title of Queen of Pop on every cassette. Somewhere between a stack of neon scrunchies and the last slice of pepperoni at Pizza Hut, you might just find yourself—if you were brave enough. And brave, according to her Aunt Doris, was exactly what twenty-two-year-old Samantha “Sam” Miller needed to be if she ever hoped to land a boyfriend who didn’t say “rad” more than ten times in a conversation.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior12 months ago in Fiction
The Illiterate Laureate. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
She wanted to thank the autumn wind. She smiled at the pompous, British darkness. She thought she knew why ancient, pagan gods and goddesses had been invented. Some wanted things from them, but many had the urgent, innocent wish to give thanks and praise to rivers for the fish that kept their children from starving or to the moon for lighting their paths home through inky danger or to the autumn wind for filling their hearts like sails when they were choking on a terrible secret.
By D. J. Reddall12 months ago in Fiction
The Luminous Thread
Prologue: The Last Breath In the soft hush between two heartbeats, when the world folds into twilight and the soul hovers at the threshold, Mira inhaled her final breath. The sterile hum of the hospital faded, replaced by the gentle lull of a distant tide. Her eyes fluttered open to a ceiling she knew well ... above it, the sky she and Gabriel had watched for fireflies in their youth. She reached for him, trembling fingers closing around the air. Even now, the ache for him was more vivid than pain, more real than death.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior12 months ago in Fiction
Knock Knock
Jessica said, "Knock, knock," and I, of course, said - Who's there to which she replied, "Mother", and I replied - Mother, who, to which she said, "Mother me with kindness!" Okay, it is goofy, I know, but I laughed for about an hour altogether!
By Denise E Lindquist12 months ago in Fiction
Angel in the City
She woke on a bench in Tompkins Square with pebbles in her hair and the taste of pennies on her tongue. She didn’t know her name. The sky was the color of old glass; pigeons arranged themselves around her like a crown.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior12 months ago in Fiction
The Last Candle in the Library
The city of Avenfell had forgotten what stories felt like. No one spoke of dragons or dreams anymore. The streets were gray, silent, and obedient—lined with posters of smiling officials who promised “Peace through Order.” Books were banned years ago. The government said they caused confusion, rebellion, and “unrealistic hope.”
By Zahoor khan12 months ago in Fiction
