Short Story
Hashtag Holiday Havoc
Sandy thought little of an unmarked parcel from an unknown sender. Everyone loved the Shefferley family. Gifts weren't unusual. When she found the elf inside, cogs started turning in her shrewd brain. There's content here! She resealed the box for Savannah and Wyatt to open in front of the camera when they got in from school. So what if it was staged? Everything was.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Rose
Candice had purchased the winter coat at an upscale used clothing store in New York City. It was a fawn colored mid-length coat of fine leather and bore an exclusive label. Normally, she didn’t shop in used clothing stores, but the coat was in the window and it caught her eye as she passed by. She felt compelled to purchase it.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
The Unseen Realm. Content Warning.
Elliot Ward was a painter of considerable renown. His works, known for their vivid colors and haunting atmospheres, often drew the curious and the morbidly fascinated. Yet, for all his acclaim, Elliot remained an enigma. He rarely left his studio, a cramped room on the top floor of an old Victorian house in the heart of the city. The room was cluttered with paintbrushes, canvases, and an easel that had seen better days. The walls were adorned with his past works, each more unsettling than the last.
By V-Ink Stories2 years ago in Fiction
Weekly Story: “THE WRONG SIDE OF THE STORY” #1 - Eliot
Unfortunately, the light pink colored pencil had gone missing. Exactly the color I was looking for to draw the flower on the scarf of the beautiful doctor girl. The girl in my coloring page smiled kindly. I had chosen this coloring page especially for tonight. My brother didn't come back until late and the drawing was very detailed. I had worked on it all afternoon to satisfy my impatience. Today I had gotten a good grade in math and I couldn't wait to tell my brother. The teacher praised me for the good result, because this was the first time in months that my grade was above average. Lately I had a lot of trouble concentrating, but this good hope made me feel that my dream of becoming a doctor could still come true. I decided that I would work very hard to do well. I grinned. If my brother heard me say this, he would laugh at me and say that it is too early to start dreaming at the age of nine. He told me to play and not to worry. But not worrying was impossible, last month my mother died of an alcohol addiction. My father had left us after I was born. Not that I got along with my mother that well. Only her house was important to me and my brother. When she died, we found out that she had a lot of debts and we had to stay with a friend of my brother's for a week: Eliot. It was very cozy and I watched television for the first time on a clean couch. After a week my brother had found a kind of shed. We stay dry there and we had been given beds and furniture by Eliot.
By aspire ᰔ academy2 years ago in Fiction
The Jolly Man in Red
The Jolly Man in Red, known worldwide as Santa Claus, embodies the spirit of generosity, joy, and goodwill. His image is instantly recognizable: a robust figure with rosy cheeks, a snow-white beard, twinkling eyes, and a hearty laugh that fills the air with merriment. But Santa Claus is more than just a figure in a red suit; he represents a timeless tradition that transcends cultural boundaries and continues to evolve with each generation.
By Kevin Richard 2 years ago in Fiction
The Snake Queen. Content Warning.
The ballroom once pulsed with life, a symphony of chatter, music, and the rhythmic swirl of dancers under glittering chandeliers. At the heart of it all spun the princess, radiant and carefree. Her laughter rang like silver bells, her skirts fanning out as she twirled with her dear friends. The King watched from his throne, his gaze stern and disapproving. Her lack of decorum grated against his sense of order, but he held his tongue. Her joy was infectious, too bright to snuff out—at least for now.
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Door: A Journey to the Hidden World Beneath the City
Every city has spots that hold echoes of its past, tales buried beneath layers of asphalt, concrete, and time. The day Maya, a young, aspirational architect, discovered a door hidden amid decades of debris, these murmurs turned into a roar. She had no idea that this neglected passage was a gateway to a hidden realm that would contradict everything she knew, not merely a way into an abandoned basement.
By Ubaid Ahamad2 years ago in Fiction
The Gateway of Cosmic Mysteries: A Warm Hole Depiction
The Fascinating Abstraction of the Balmy Aperture in 2024: A Aperture to New Realities? The abstraction of the "warm hole" has continued captivated scientists and dreamers alike. Though not as broadly discussed as atramentous holes, balmy holes present a different lens through which we can analyze the mysteries of the universe. With accelerated advancements in astrochemistry and technology in 2024, the abstraction of balmy holes has acquired renewed attention. This commodity delves into what balmy holes are, their acceptation in abstract physics, and how they could revolutionise our compassionate of amplitude and time. What is a Balmy Hole? A balmy hole, generally conflated with a wormhole, is a academic anatomy abutting two abstracted credibility in spacetime. Unlike a wormhole, which is theorised to be awful unstable, the balmy aperture is advised a added abiding and traversable bridge. While wormholes are generally associated with acute gravitational armament and atramentous holes, balmy holes are envisioned as beneath annihilative pathways, potentially acceptance the safe access of matter, energy, or alike information. The abstraction of a balmy aperture bridges the gap amid science and science fiction. In 2024, physicists are exploring whether balmy holes could abide artlessly or be artificially created, unlocking abeyant routes for interstellar biking and communication.
By Say the truth 2 years ago in Fiction
