Short Story
Unraveling the Mystery of Dream Symbols
In the heart of a bustling city, where glass towers kissed the sky and the streets pulsed with life, there lived a young woman named Eliza. To her friends and colleagues, Eliza seemed to have it all—an enviable job in a prestigious law firm, a chic apartment, and a vibrant social life. But beneath her polished exterior, she grappled with an invisible and growing disquiet.
By Stephen Segun 2 years ago in Fiction
The Mountain's Keeper
Robin stepped out of her car and took a deep breath of the crisp, early morning mountain air. "You just can’t get that in the city," she sighed happily, pulling her backpack out of the trunk. Behind her lay a small town—a modest collection of houses barely larger than a suburban neighborhood, with a few shops and businesses scattered throughout. But before her stood towering mountains, dense forests, and the promise of adventure.
By Matthew Spinelli2 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the Serene Waves. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The moon hung low over the quiet lake, casting a soft glow that made the water look like a shimmering blanket of glass. The old fishing boat creaked with every gentle wave, its faded paint telling stories of better days. Two figures sat across from each other in tense silence, the weight of unspoken words thick in the cool night air.
By Prisca Osuji2 years ago in Fiction
Forbidden Love
Ngozi Akpovwovwo gazed wistfully out the window of her family's modest home in the bustling town of Ebor Orogun. At 22 years old, she had grown weary of the rigid expectations and constraints of her traditional Urhobo upbringing. She longed for adventure, for excitement, for a life beyond the confines of her small community.
By Emmanuel Ojenike2 years ago in Fiction
Speedy Moves
They gawked at the new hottie as he strolled to the diving board in the school's turquoise swim team Speedo suit. "Look at his legs! He must hit the weight room heavily. I've not seen any swimmers with legs bulging in muscles like his!" Candy exclaimed. They both held their breath as he arched off the board and hit the water in a vertical line.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Oh, how the motives have turned
Life has a way of turning the tables, but I never expected this table to turn on me. My carefully planned payback was uncovered, a shocking twist especially considering the target. Upon receiving a message in the old university group chat, a new opportunity presented itself. I, Brooke Jacobs, am now determined to seek justice for my cousin, Faris, and I will not rest until it's achieved. Apart from overcoming my fear of water, my plan to expose Dalton Daniel's evil nature was less troublesome than expected. Committing a crime has never been my interest, but framing someone for something is my only resort. With my items and dedication, I head to my residence for the next 10 hours or so. Luckily, this reunion is also a birthday celebration, so no cost is spent on this break. Driving with Sandra makes the dusk and mission even calmer. If I informed her of my mission, she may discourage me or be deemed an accomplice, so we catch up on the way to the boat. I have never been on a boat for more reasons besides my fear of water, but I see the appeal of a catamaran. It's an interesting shape but gigantic enough for the twenty of us hoping to sail across Tampa waters. Water is an extraordinary force - both powerful and fragile, turbulent and serene. As Sandra expressed her thoughts while we boarded, I found myself lost in contemplation. Her grasp on my hand brought me back to the present, and her smile, which was simultaneously encouraging and teasing, added to her remark, "You do know that water can sense fear, right?" Her comment reassured me while reminding me of the different encouragement tactics she used during our high school swimming classes. "Thanks, but I slathered on extra sunscreen to throw off its senses. I can't believe I didn't catch the scent before I sprayed it.", I tell her. Her curiosity leads me to explain I bought it a while ago due to my faith in it from a review. Though the initial spray gave me pause, I persisted by layering on more perfume to mask the fragrance of an acquired taste.
By Merritt Xavier2 years ago in Fiction
A Morning At Sea. Second Place in Overboard Challenge.
My father stared out in the distance, at nothing in particular. He seemed—not happy, but—content. He had the same stocky build of a bear that my grandfather did in his prime, with thick arms and broad shoulders, but he still radiated a friendly demeanor. His skin was red from the beating rays of the sun, a common occurrence. As his hard gaze focused on the horizon, mine fell from the silver hairs on his head to the salt and pepper beard he had grown a bit less than a year ago. It looked like the beard of a sailor, and I couldn’t help but feel it was a fitting look for him—but nothing like his corporate wife, my mother, sitting on a foldout chair next to him in the shade. She was smiling too, of course. I mean, who doesn’t like a nice boat ride? But she certainly didn’t look at home the way my father did.
By Reid Christmann2 years ago in Fiction
Mutiny
Captain Metzger heard of the H.M.S Bounty. He heard how a crew turned on Lieutenant Bligh in 1787, and he heard how, by all odds, when the Lieutenant was set adrift in a leaky skiff, the officer and a few followers made a three-thousand-mile voyage to the East Indies with the loss of only one life. The Lieutenant had made the most incredible voyage to the corner of civilization to save what was left of his loyal crew, and he read in the papers how Bligh was exonerated and promoted to captain. The man was practically a celebrity, and Metzger looked forward to meeting him.
By Aaron Michael Grant2 years ago in Fiction
The Captain
Breath turned to mist in the cold night air, adding to the denseness of the fog that hovered low over the water and engulfed the deck. Fingers of frost crept up the sides of the glass cage in spidering webs. For days now, an anxious anticipation had been building and building in Anorch’s mind. The captains feeling of an oncoming, inevitable downfall caused a twitchy paranoia that had all of the crew on edge.
By Morgan Christy Rickards2 years ago in Fiction
