Short Story
A Minor Incident at Parkwood and 45th . Content Warning.
The smell of laundry detergent and hot pork fried rice. Uncle Kris was stereotypical, Asian, and an asshole. He sat on his nephew's two-wheeler and stared at the house across the street. The sun had chased away any thoughts of clouds, shade, not sweating into his pit-stained v-neck undershirt. His jeans were thin at the knees and in the ass, and clean enough to make him regret what he felt like doing.
By Jason Edwards2 years ago in Fiction
The Fence
The fence leans at an acute, painful looking angle to its palings. Sky blue, its numbers used to be painted red, one on each panel: |3|9|3|. The first three and the nine are faded now, luckily the postie seems to know where to stick it, but really the whole damn thing is a mess. Got kicked over the other night by a neighbour on a drunken psychotic rampage. Smashed up our bins and all – trash everywhere. Got up at eight in the morning next day to see him throwing empty bottles into the street and the fence lying flat in the pavement. Once he’d destroyed himself to bed I picked up the remains of the fence and hoisted it back up against its bare skeleton. Called the landlord, who came round with a bemused expression a couple hours later.
By robert fisherman2 years ago in Fiction
Balance
The world had evolved in ways the dragons had not anticipated. The balance between nature and life was no longer their sole domain. Humans and dinosaurs, two forces of nature who had once walked their paths independently, had now formed a bond that shaped the world in profound ways.
By Vasco Silva2 years ago in Fiction
Asteroid
The world was a place of tranquil beauty, untouched by the hands of time. Vast, verdant forests stretched as far as the eye could see, their canopies teeming with life. Dinosaurs, the magnificent rulers of this ancient Earth, roamed freely across the land. Towering sauropods grazed lazily on the tallest trees, while fierce carnivores stalked the undergrowth. In the depths of primeval oceans, colossal marine reptiles glided gracefully through the waters, while the skies above were dominated by soaring pterosaurs, their wings casting great shadows on the ground below.
By Vasco Silva2 years ago in Fiction
kadambari's Fairyland. AI-Generated.
I awoke with a jolt, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The dream was still so vivid, it felt like I had just stepped out of Kadambari's magical realm. The air was still thick with the sweet scent of honeysuckle and the gentle rustling of leaves. I could almost hear the distant melody of a harp, echoing through the ethereal landscape.
By anu chandrashekar2 years ago in Fiction
Character Creation
Characters are the heart and soul of any story. They are the vessels through which readers experience the world, emotions, and conflicts of the narrative. Creating compelling and believable characters is an art that requires a blend of imagination, empathy, and technique. This article explores the essential elements of character creation and offers tips to bring fictional people to life.
By Sazeeb Chowdury2 years ago in Fiction
Dream Milk
The very famous writer descended the groaning wooden steps to his basement. He was wealthy enough that he could've had a sleek new staircase fitted ten times over, and not noticed the cost. He felt the ominous squeaking really lent to the ambience, though.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
