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DELIVERING COOKIES TO MY GRANDMA * GONE WRONG* 🤳LIVE
🔴 LIVE NOW: 24-HR FOREST CHALLENGE (GONE WRONG?!) What’s up, Hoodlums? It’s your girl Blue here, and today, we’re doing something wild. I mean that literally. If you saw my last video, you know my grandma lives in the middle of nowherelike, no WiFi, no nothing kind of nowhere. So, I thought, why not turn this into content?
By didi’s bookmark2 years ago in Fiction
Hill House Treasure
He was remodeling a recently purchased old house. What he came across an unexpected find. It changed his life forever. He lived a palatial lifestyle in Sherman, Texas. According to his neighbors, he didn’t seem to work for a living. They were all curious about where he was getting his money.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
Tea Parties with Kurt Cobain
The click of the cassette echoes in my hands, plastic shell fitting snug into the deck, a gentle whirr, a faint magnetic hum. I press play. A soft crackle, a moment of nothing. Then, the tape rolls forward, static turns to sound— his voice, familiar and raw, unfurls in the room like smoke. I pour the tea while he sings.
By L.K. Rolan2 years ago in Fiction
The Midnight Bus
It was a cold winter night, and a thick fog blanketed the deserted forest. A narrow road cut through the silence, stretching into the darkness. The only sound was the hum of an approaching bus, its headlights slicing through the mist as it made its way down the empty road.
By Manish Chauhan2 years ago in Fiction
Awaiting the Freedom Boat - Part 1
Awaiting the arrival of the ship that would transport them to freedom, the people on the deck were rather silent. Each person had a disability of some kind. They hadn't passed the (NRT) New Regime Test that had been mandated by the dictator of their country for every citizen to take. Oddly, they hadn't been told that they hadn't passed though. They had been informed that they had won the randomized lottery system. Part of 'winning' included a trip out of their country into a different country that wasn't apart of the ongoing war conflict.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Hortense and the Library
Hortense Gunsenthorpe lived in the little blue house all her life. Her mother, Harmony and her father, Hawthorne J. lived there, too. The best thing Hortense liked to do was sit at the kitchen table and talk to them. They were a happy family and liked to do things together.
By Marie McGrath2 years ago in Fiction
The race against time. Top Story - February 2025.
A nostalgic wave hits me as I glance down at the book clutched tightly in my grasp… ‘A Wrinkle in Time’. A kaleidoscope of colour swirls dizzily around me… or am I spinning inside a massive paint pot of rainbow hues? Magenta mixes with turquoise and liquid gold. Each strand of coloured ‘thread’ unspooling… playfully looping around its neighbour, winding around me. The vertiginous sight is startling and exhilarating. Tingling ‘pins and needles’ prick my extremities… fingers and toes twitch. Tinkling notes of a glockenspiel gently dance around me… a joyous anthem, unknown but somehow familiar.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Fiction
Hortense and the Library
’ Hortense Gunsenthorpe lived in the little blue house all her life. Her mother, Harmony and her father, Hawthorne J. lived there, too. The best thing Hortense liked to do was sit at the kitchen table and talk to them. They were a happy family and liked to do things together.
By Marie McGrath2 years ago in Fiction
