Short Story
Pale Rock
On a pale rock, far, far away from any semblance of civilization, the last being of an age wept tears of blood. While it stood tall, and awestruck, as it gazed upon the glinting sun which bathed its domain in soft rays of illumination, within the being was turmoil. Only a short time ago it had what could be roughly translated to “a father,” “a mother,” “a wife,” and “a child.” Only a short time ago its world had made relative sense, and was whole—not the last fragment of an imploded ball of ashen stone drifting ever onward into void-like darkness. The being knew it should consider itself lucky, and relish in its deliverance from the destruction of all it had ever known, but it thought only of one thing.
By Caleb M Stevens2 years ago in Fiction
Little Wolfie’s World
“Once upon a time, there was a small wolf cub.” The profound grizzled voice cut through the faintly lit room and down into the cushy hill of tussled covers and sheets that squirmed and squirmed with a small wild young lady. “It was a offspring with the most out of control hair, the most out of control smile, and the most out of control heart.” A small voice squeaked from between the layers, suppressed and delicate, “Just like me, granny?” The ancient weathered confront wrinkled with well earned wrinkles as it smiled into the night. “Oh my sweet wild one, this specific wolf offspring was intrepid and the bravest of the entirety pack." A tuft of brownish blonde hair statically rose from a little opening in the cover settle that the small young lady had been squirmed into. Blushing cheeks and circular blue eyes showed up in the covers outline and sparkled up into the shadowy quieted brown ones that were indented into the ancient woman's leathered skin. “And her title was Wolfie?” The unadulterated trust in the small girl’s eyes made Granny’s heart grin a small. Goodness, To be that youthful once more. She may not offer assistance herself as she chuckled a small in her harsh hacking way, “Yes small one, it was Wolfie. Presently settle down and let me tell you what happened to this small puppy." A delicate moan was taken after by a delicate settling. The young lady snuggled into her granny’s arms, “Sorry Granny. I’m alright now.”
By Shams Says2 years ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 17 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ Midnight wanted to jump, run, climb, screech – but held back. She was sure Mia would feel the same but one look at the girls face, had Midnight motionless with wonder “What is going on in her mind? I can’t read it? Is she blocking me? If she is, why? I’m supposed to be her familiar, for heaven’s sake!”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
A Haunting at the Hotel Grand
A young mans dream vacation turns into a nightmare. One that will stay with him longer than he anticipated. Dawson and Lynn Sweeney were on their last leg of a week long road trip. One more night in a strange hotel and they would be home to the comfort of their own beds.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
Arrows Of Gold. Content Warning.
Standing here, at the shooting range, my bow at the ready, I focus on the target in the distance. Today is my sixteenth birthday, yet no one cares. I've been preparing for this day for six years now, practicing my archery and biding my time, bitterly and exquisitely. I breathe in and out, barely holding my excitement, smirking to myself.
By YonathanJ - Writer2 years ago in Fiction
