Short Story
The Night the Moon Spoke
Ella had always been drawn to the moon. As a child, she would sit on her tiny balcony, whispering her secrets to the glowing orb in the sky, pretending it whispered back. But as she grew older, the weight of life silenced her midnight talks. Dreams faded, routines set in, and the magic she once believed in felt like a distant memory.
By Mira Langston2 years ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 19
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 19 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ Mia gasped and for a few seconds, stood as if turned to stone. To say her surprise was overwhelming, doesn’t adequately describe her emotions, as she slowly looked around the room at the many faces who gathered in the warehouse.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
On the Wings of Ice
Early in the morning, in the middle of the night, I rose from my nice warm bed to pee and to check the fire. Trying not to wake my wife, Belinda, I slipped into my robe and slippers and padded down the hall to the bathroom. With my trusty rat terrier, Zipper, prancing beside me, I stoked the fire in the den and then headed to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. As I stood over the farmhouse sink, staring out the bay window I saw a sight that had me questioning my sanity.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
How to make money, River family story
This a fictional story about the River family and how they faced financial troubles and How they make money . Story The River family contains of four members, John, his wife Sarah, and their two children, Lily and Max—They lived a comfortable life in the bustling town of Brooksville.
By Nav k Aidan2 years ago in Fiction
Violet Eyes
The neon glow of Neo-Avalon, a sprawling metropolis where humans and their near-perfect creations, the Synths, coexisted in a tense, often uneasy balance, painted the rain-slicked streets in hues of electric blue and toxic green. Rain dripped from the brim of Dameian Blackwood’s fedora, mirroring the relentless drip of time on his soul.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Future Is Moneyless and Unmarried
The future is a mysterious concept and is often associated with dreams and nostalgia for each person. However, when imagining a future without money and without marriage, this makes many people feel insecure. So what would my future be like without these factors? This article will analyze different aspects of life in that scenario, and at the same time look for the light of hope amidst seemingly insurmountable challenges.
By TULY989store2 years ago in Fiction
Hot and Humid
This story was originally published on Medium. ************** The heat is all encompassing, the humidity is so thick that a being must possess a strong backstroke in order to navigate it, but the smell is heavenly. Hillary takes a deep breath; the humidity fills her lungs with a drinkable liquid. It’s steamy, earthy, almost a hint of something fruity. It’s lovely.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile2 years ago in Fiction
The Wanderer Under Starlit Skies
The stars were his only compass. They glittered above him like an eternal map, guiding him from town to town, across endless plains and into the hearts of strangers’ campfires. In a world without the hum of technology—no phones to tether him, no radios to drown out the silence—his journey was a solitary one, though never truly lonely.
By Abdallah Sherif2 years ago in Fiction
Lost in the Fog
Keith Narrows was heading home after a long day at the office. His career was going nowhere and he had a lot on his mind. It was Winter. The time of year when the sun set early. He lived about twenty miles out of town on a small piece of property. Just him and his dog, Shepp.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
