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By Sophia Davisabout a year ago in Fiction
Shroud
Feet and hearts pounding, and gripping hands tight, the two children tore through the fog. It boiled around them like a live thing, like it was in cahoots with the sinister figure on the ridge. On his horse. That green cape fluttering, that axe-wedge of a face turned on them like a torch beam.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
A coward boy. Content Warning.
Mike was the son of a rich aristocratic family that raised him in luxury. He was a man of fine looks, and of noble bearing, and of personal attractions to the female, and of being a prominent character in society. He was handsome, with a languid smile, a proud mustache, and flirtatious eyes that many found irresistible. He was a very witty and polite person and thus was quite fashionable for parties and such events. Women saw him as a charming man and men looked at him as if wishing they could be him because of his physique and his alleged womanizing ways. He was also a master duelist with sword and pistol and often said that if he chose to fight with someone he would prefer to use pistols.
By Khan Aliabout a year ago in Fiction
Life is a Risk
LIFE IS A RISK Short Scene by Javere Green Copyright © Javere Green 2023 CHARACTERS THOMAS 22-years-old HARPER 21-years-old
By Javere Greenabout a year ago in Fiction
The War
It’s been almost two years to the day that the enemy launched its first long range deep penetrating bombs or just L-Bomb for short. Whatever you wanna call it, we weren’t ready. We couldn’t have begun to prepare for a sneak attack like that. It literally came out of nowhere. Truth be told, we’re still feeling the effects. A quarter of my men still suffer from PTSD after surviving that blast. Even I had to do a stent in the med bay on that fateful day. To make matters worse it took us 3 months later before we could drop an L-Bomb of our own.
By Kenneth Boutteabout a year ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
Piglet climbed down the small tree and smiled and walked over to Eeyore and handed him his tail. Eeyore was so happy in his own way and Paddington opened his suitcase to see if he had anything to attach Eeyore's tail so maybe he would not lose it again. He found a safety pin and attached to Eeyore's back end. Eeyore was just so happy wiggling it around. He offered his thanks to all involved and joined in the party that seemed to be growing to get Paddington back to London proper. Who will they meet next? Could it be....
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
Eeyore reached the sapling and studied it very long. "I think I found my tail up a tree. Have no way of knowing how it got this far. They all said that it was quite blustery this morning. "I suppose it was." said Eeyore. They all looked up into the tree and they to see what looked like Eeyore's tail. The tree did not look strong enough for Pooh or Paddington or even Eeyore to climb, so Piglet decided to shake off his anxiety and climb the tree. Piglet made it to the spot, and it was Eeyore's tail now.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
Paddington saw something hanging in the thistle bush and called Pooh over "Is this his tail?" It was just a piece of thin bark. They continued to walk down the path looking in directions. Paddington was getting a little peckish and pulled out a marmalade sandwich and offered to all for he liked to share. Pooh, Piglet and Eeyore had their favorite snacks, and marmalade was not what they wanted at the moment. They noticed something hanging from a tree sapling and walked closer. "Could it be?" Eeyore was first to check it out for he missed his tail much.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Pooh meets Paddington
As Pooh and Paddington was walking through the Hundred Acre Wood along with Tigger and Piglet they bumped into Eeyore and his search for his tail that he seems to lose every now again. Eeyore says "Hi, Pooh, Piglet and Tigger." Eeyore looks at Paddington and introduces himself and says will you help me find my tale? Paddington looks at the others and agrees to help him. "Where do we look first?" They walk down to where Eeyore just left, and they saw a thistle bush. Paddington looked all around it along with the others. They saw something hanging there.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Whiskers and Wishes
In a quiet neighborhood nestled at the edge of a bustling town, there lived a little girl named Laila. She was seven years old, had curly brown hair, big curious eyes, and a laugh that could brighten the darkest day. Despite the liveliness of her spirit, Laila often felt lonely. Her parents were busy with work, and most of her friends lived far away. Books and drawings kept her company—until the day her world changed with a soft meow at the doorstep.
By Zubairabout a year ago in Fiction
One Missed Call
"A strange phone call warns me not to go to work—and it’s my own voice on the other end." I wasn’t supposed to answer it. The phone rang just as I was about to lock my apartment door. At first, I ignored it—unknown number, early morning, coffee barely kicking in—but then something in the tone of the ring made me stop. It was my ringtone, yes, but slower. Almost… heavier.
By Zulfiqar Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
CHAOS IN PETROGRAD. Content Warning.
Petrograd, February 1917, was a city on the brink. A bitter chill gnawed at the streets, yet an electric tension simmered beneath the frost. Alsa Ivanov, a housewife, felt this unease acutely as she drew her shawl tighter around her shoulders. The Ivanov household was modest, but warm, in stark contrast to the frigid air outside. Her husband, John Ivanov, was a factory worker, often working long hours under grueling conditions. They had three children: Nikolai, the eldest at sixteen; Maria, a bright-eyed twelve-year-old; and little Pavel, just six, who was the heartbeat of their home.
By Khan Aliabout a year ago in Fiction