Short Story
Split Pressure . Content Warning.
Then... Shh.. they're coming Kaya and her twin sister Akiya huddled up in the corner in their room. Their parents came stomping up the stairs, screaming and barking instructions. There was another child outside with them, crying.
By Kaori Knight 2 years ago in Fiction
A Bittersweet Smile
The scent of frangipani blossoms hung heavy in the warm Ubud air, their sweetness mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil. Wayan stood on the veranda of her guesthouse, her almond-shaped eyes fixed on the horizon where the rice paddies met the sky.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Culture of Lake Kelimutu
Introduction Situated in the high countries of the Indonesian island of Flores, Lake Kelimutu is a characteristic miracle that has dazzled the two local people and guests. This dazzling site, popular for its tri-hued hole lakes, isn't just a topographical wonder yet additionally a profoundly otherworldly and social milestone for the neighborhood individuals of the area. The changing shades of the lakes, which range from turquoise to green, red, and, surprisingly, dark, are accepted by local people to be the resting spot of the spirits of the left, with every lake holding a novel importance in the neighborhood conviction framework.
By AUTHER Naila2 years ago in Fiction
Blue Rose Cottage. Top Story - December 2024.
As the last dying rays of sunset struck the cracked window, Jane pressed her nose to the glass. Inside she could see dust motes dancing in the beam like tiny fairies on the summer solstice. A ballet of hope performed on a floating stage. The old cottage stood alone in the field… seemingly lonely, forlorn, abandoned… just like her.
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the Mistletoe Moon
The town of Evergreen Hills was famous for its picturesque winter scenery. Tucked between rolling hills and blanketed by snow every December, it felt like stepping into a storybook. The streets sparkled with holiday lights, wreaths hung on every door, and the town square boasted a towering Christmas tree that glimmered beneath the silvery glow of the moon.
By Thomas Vasas2 years ago in Fiction
You Know What They Always Say?
TWO HEADS ARE Superior to ONE TIME: Early morning. SETTING: Transient restoration and long haul residency focus. SCENE: Sway moves his wheelchair down the Drawn out Corridor. As he moves toward the attendant's station, Sway wheels to the work area, gets the brakes on his wheelchair, then reclines.
By Richard Odoom2 years ago in Fiction
Sinclair
History remembers Sinclair D’Avenir as a name spoken with equal parts fear and reverence. Her reign over Eldora was the most prosperous the kingdom had ever known, a golden age forged in iron and blood. Yet, for all the wealth and stability she brought, the tales of her ruthlessness painted her as one of the most menacing queens to ever rule.
By llaurren's reads2 years ago in Fiction
A Christmas Miracle
Nadia sniffled as she lay underneath the covers, her little body curled up and her arms wrapped tightly around her legs. She had been like this for who knew how long, and despite her parents wishing her a good night’s sleep, Nadia knew she wasn’t going to sleep tonight. And things wouldn't get better tomorrow. Because only a few hours ago, she had lost her precious doll, Raggedy Ann. The doll had originally been her grandma’s, then her mom’s before it got handed down to Nadia. She loved Raggedy Ann and Nadia always played with her, even when she was playing with her other toys. Nadia even tried to bring her to school a few times, only to get caught at the door or the bus stop in front of their house.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
Shady Acres. Top Story - December 2024.
-Oh, Jeff... I love you too...but… the cancer is back. I can't bear for you to watch me whittle away to nothing. You deserve a healthier partner, one you can eventually marry and grow old with.... Go find her, Jeff. She's out there waiting for you. Think of me as a dying butterfly... one you used to know-
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
To Know Death
It was just another day. A day like every day. There she was. Sitting on that same bench, in that same spot. With that black laced umbrella and her small black book with no title. Her skin was so beautifully tan and even. she had ghost white hair and her eyes were a burning scarlet red. I've never seen eyes like hers. I always wondered if they were contacts but upon clearly seeing them today, they were not.
By Kaori Knight 2 years ago in Fiction
