Short Story
The Eastern Seaboard of America
Cell walls locked shut with an audible, heavy clang. That’s when they walked through the bars of different prisons in Delaware and exited right out of them on New Year’s Eve. They consisted of private equity owners, hedge fund managers, and other captains of industry.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
The Estate
The newlyweds arrived as twilight draped the world in its lingering glow, the sky a bruised palette of amber and deep violet. Amara stepped out of the car, her heels sinking slightly into the gravel, the cool air kissing her exposed shoulders and sending a delightful shiver down her spine. The silk of her blouse, a shade of deep crimson, shifted gently against her skin with each breath, the fabric catching the last rays of the setting sun.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Talking Penguins Christmas
The Three Talking Penguins Christmas There were three penguins named Harvey, Mumbles, and Pierre were staying at their Aunt Mimi house in Boynton Beach, Florida. These penguins were not ordinary penguins. Harvey, Mumbles, and Pierre were talking penguins. They grew up in Antarctica and ran away from home and were later adopted. Harvey lived with Aunt Mimi, Mumbles with Aunt Marie, and Pierre with Aunt Pauline. These Penguins were staying with their Aunt Mimi for the Christmas holidays. Christmas was their favorite holiday. The three penguins enjoy spending time with Aunt Mimi and wanted to get a real Christmas tree to decorate. Aunt Mimi decided to take them out to find a tree at Christmas Tree Village.
By John Matthews 2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Shadows
It was a cold autumn evening. A group of friends sat around a campfire in the old forest. The air was chilly, and the leaves made soft noises in the wind. They decided to tell ghost stories, a tradition they had since they were kids. As the fire crackled and shadows danced, one question came up: "Do you believe in ghosts?"
By Stories by Sneha2 years ago in Fiction
The Jumpers
Two separate lives ready to call it quits, until fate intervened. It was a cool Autumn evening. A sudden gust of east wind chilled him as he carefully stepped over the rail. Paying close attention to his footing, he inched his way along the bridges steel girder. The half moon cast an eerie shadow over the water below. He stopped and took a deep breath as he contemplated his next move.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
Under the Scorching Sun
The village of Bandhnapur, nestled deep in the parched heart of the Northern peninsula, was a place where life moved slowly, bound by the unyielding grip of tradition. Dust clung to every surface, carried by dry winds that whispered secrets from generations past. The fields stretched endlessly, cracked and barren under the merciless sun, while the thatched huts huddled together like battered soldiers braving a storm.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
A Bloody Christmas
Once upon a cold Night. It was the night before Christmas, and all was still in the frosty neighborhood. Snow blanketed the ground, muffling every sound, and Tommy’s house glowed softly with multicolored lights. Inside, eleven-year-old Tommy sat perched on his bed, wrapped in his favorite blanket, peering out the window into the wintery darkness.
By Lynn Myers2 years ago in Fiction
Lights
To walk out and stop for a while, seeing beautiful lights decoring trees and letting you drift like a dreamer into their magical world.To watch them rising and falling like shooting stars along their destined path, sometimes silver like a star or the moon or sometimes all the colours of a celestial rainbow.On an evening walk you can fall like a dreamer into the magical places they welcome you to.Your soul is soothed, sour spirits lifted and your heart given wings.Twinkling in the darkness, bringing brightness into our lives, letting your eyes weave beautiful shapes to bring magic into your life.Walk out and let the lights guide you toward greater happiness.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
