Short Story
MIDNIGHT MAGIC - ch 7
MIDNIGHT MAGIC – ch 7 Julie (*)(*)(*) As the brothers and their families walked through doorway, Ian hugged his aunt and declared, “Auntie, I know you’re aware that I rarely use my powers but there’s an itch in the air that I couldn’t ignore. What’s wrong and what can we do to help?”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Meeting
The Most Recent Event The Beginning: Lost Love In the soft glow of the evening, Niloy sat in an old café in Kolkata. His cup of coffee had been cold for some time, but he was lost in thought as he stared at the glass window. He had been waiting for someone, Trishna, for many years. Ten years earlier, on a rainy afternoon, he had last seen Trishna. Despite the fact that their love had never truly faded, their relationship had ended due to circumstances. They would never forget each other, even if they took different paths in life. They had decided to meet one more time today. But would this truly be their final meeting?
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the Velvet Sky
The Disregarded Town Unaffected by the frantic pace of modern life, the little town of Elmsworth was nestled in the midst of rolling hills. A place where time moved slower, where lanterns flickered at night, casting golden halos on cobblestone streets. Because they were familiar with the legend—the tale of the girl who danced beneath the velvet sky—the residents of the town spoke softly at night. The Unknown Dancer A silhouette could be seen twirling in the meadows outside of town on certain nights, when the moon was low and the wind blew through the trees. The girl's movements, dressed in a flowing gown, were as graceful as a leaf blowing in the wind. She was allegedly a ghost or a spirit caught in an endless waltz, according to some. Others believed she was a lost soul, searching for something—or someone.
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the Velvet Sky
The Disregarded Town Unaffected by the frantic pace of modern life, the little town of Elmsworth was nestled in the midst of rolling hills. A place where time moved slower, where lanterns flickered at night, casting golden halos on cobblestone streets. Because they were familiar with the legend—the tale of the girl who danced beneath the velvet sky—the residents of the town spoke softly at night. The Unknown Dancer A silhouette could be seen twirling in the meadows outside of town on certain nights, when the moon was low and the wind blew through the trees. The girl's movements, dressed in a flowing gown, were as graceful as a leaf blowing in the wind. Some claimed she was a ghost, a spirit trapped in an eternal waltz. Others believed she was a lost soul, searching for something—or someone.
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Fiction
A Dream Brought To Life
can there be cases where reality trumps imagination? “AGH-” The woman let out an agony filled scream before she was knifed to the ground, the weapon protruding out the side of her throat. A cloaked hand grabbed the hilt, twisting it out before stepping over the body and continuing the pursuit.
By Khedesia Knight 2 years ago in Fiction
MIDNIGHT MAGIC - ch 6
MIDNIGHT MAGIC – ch 6 Julie (*)(*)(*) Mia sat next to Julie, her hands in her lap, then turned to face her friend and asked, “Jules, you have me a bit confused. You said that you closed your bank account and put all your money in a safety deposit box which you closed when you ran. But then, you said you used the ATM and emptied your account. Which is it? Did I misunderstand?”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
The Silence of Justice
When people think of the word "atrocities" they think of events like Tiananmen Square, Rwanda, and 9/11. No one would argue otherwise. However, it's important to note that not all atrocities are world-impacting and in the history books. Some happen on a much smaller scale, but for those involved, they become their whole world. Atrocities like domestic violence and sexual abuse. Atrocities like domestic violence and sexual abuse. Like parricide, matricide, patricide, filicide.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Princess That Weaves The Northern Lights
Child: "Mummy, is there a princess who weaves the Northern Lights? How does she do it? What is her name?" Children always have questions, and even when they are given answers, they have more questions. This is one of the many ways that children learn
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
