Short Story
Leo's Magical Truck Ride
Leo slept in a little, quiet house with his companion: a sparkling toy truck. The charmed vehicle roared its engines and flashed its lights for Leo's ears alone. As Leo closed his eyes, the room surrounding him dimmed, and the headlights of the truck lit up.
By Nasser Mahmoud2 years ago in Fiction
The Legacy of Patches and Wonderwood
She was a curious little girl, brave and daring, who loved to venture into the wondrous woods of Wonderwood, where fluffy bunnies danced under starry skies and air perfumed with the most exquisite flowers. One sunny day, chasing after a butterfly, Patches found herself in Miss Bellbottom's yard, in a heap of flowers, where an old, dusty notepad was hidden. As she picked it up, the journal cracked open, releasing Miss Bellbottom's handwriting onto its pages.
By Nasser Mahmoud2 years ago in Fiction
The Halloween Leprechaun
I remember the day I met Charles, he was short and fat and dressed all in orange and black. He was a leprechaun, believe it or not. He only came out on Halloween. In Enon Ohio is where this li"le guy resides. I invited him in, for a candy apple; he looked so kind. He had a twinkle in his eye and shiny buckles, gold I think, on his shoes. ‘’I just made some fresh candy apples,’’ I said, ‘’would you like to give one a try?’’‘’I’d be delighted,’’ the li"le guy gave a quick nod.‘’Come on in,’’ I said.The leprechaun followed me into the kitchen and then he did something, no one could believe. He ate the whole thing, stem in all. In one monstrous bite. ‘’Wow,’’ I exclaimed. ‘’I never saw that before!’’‘’I bet you haven’t,’’ the cri"er replied. ‘’I’m a leprechaun and you’re merely a human.’’The creature proceeded to fart and I used the inside of my t shirt as a mask. I raced to the window, with my eyes burning and opened every window in the house. ‘’It smells like cheese, pastrami and red wine.’’‘’I only drink whiskey, my boy and I only eat spoiled meat.’’My stomach churned. ‘’I hate to be rude,’’ I lied. ‘’But I think maybe you ought to leave.’’The leprechaun looked at me and shook his head. ‘’I think you’re wrong there, my boy,’’ the leprechaun retorted. I like your house, I think I’ll live here forever.’’‘’We’ll see about that,’’ I replied.
By DJ Robbins2 years ago in Fiction
Night Ride
She cackled as she flew by the white moon; a child squirming in the burlap sack was flung over her shoulder. She knew it was her night, the night of Samhain, Halloween. Ghosts peeled back the thin veil separating the living and the dead. The witch’s sisters danced barefoot and naked in the forest. A pagan demon played the flute; he was serenading the wicked beauties. Music sliced through the night. Birds circled Ravens gathered, amassing quite the murder. Demons and ghosts massaged their erogenous zones. Males or females, it did not matter. Sex was sex to a bride of Satan. All witches were brides of Satan.
By DJ Robbins2 years ago in Fiction
The In-Between. Content Warning.
Life consists of the before and the after. There is nothing in-between. In lighter days, I remember the sea with a fondness that can only be felt in hindsight. As a young girl, the taste of salt on my tongue and the fresh breeze stirred by the ocean reached me in a way that others could not. The freedom of the sand swelling into my toes and the excited shrieks of my brothers as they dove headlong into the frigid water. It was life. Amidst the fray, I would often take a moment to look towards Godrevy and wonder what tragedies it had interrupted. On darker days, when the clouds were tinged with a drab grey, I wondered more if those souls had been grateful for the intervention or if they resented it.
By River and Celia in Underland2 years ago in Fiction
Varkon, AKA "Shima & Wol Go For A Drive"
"Okay, now just ease back this lever, and... You're doing great, try to relax. Give it a little more speed, just a touch..." My flerkel sacs were slimy with fluid, something that always happened when I was nervous. It trickled between my spines, and I resisted the urge to extend my lower greebaum to scratch the area. I let out a steady breath, and slowed the ticking of my third heart. Unhurried and majestic, it came into view. A gorgeous zeo, [Lit: "pearl"], a hue I'd never seen, and wreathed in... something. Like misty robes. "Wow." "Beautiful, isn't it?" he said. "What is that colour?" "They call it Blloo."
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Through the Shadows . Content Warning.
In a bustling city that never seemed to sleep, Vera navigated life with a smile, but beneath that bright exterior lay a web of fears and insecurities. Each day felt like a performance, a delicate dance of balancing her external confidence with her internal turmoil.
By vera odumgba2 years ago in Fiction
