Short Story
High Sea Pariade. Content Warning.
No. Not again! Something tugs at my guts and lunges at my throat when I hear the sound. It is an omen darker than the sight of the ẹkùn circling in the sky. At least, when the bald, long-necked bird is seen approaching, we know the prey is already dead. This whistling from the boy’s wooden tube is the signal that lets us know we are the kill, about to be stalked then devoured alive—souls soon to be crushed and consumed, honey pots to be ravaged and plundered without grace or mercy.
By Lily Séjor2 years ago in Fiction
Unprecedented
They say I am cresting the wave now. Maybe I am. You can’t tell until you’ve crested, I suppose, until you are firmly, assuredly, plummeting down the other side. From there, it’s a rolling push to the beach and dry land, cocktails at sunset and all that.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Fiction
Cupids Bow
Nylah, an Aquarius born on the day of love yet her life has been anything but that. Her parents were killed in front of her at the age of 12. She was then tossed from home to home never securing a stable one. On her eighteenth birthday, she found herself in NYC where she created a simple life for herself. A life that was already hard was met with more trial and error.
By Simone Marie2 years ago in Fiction
Seawater
I ducked beneath whirring helicopter blades and shook my head at an advancing officer, indicating I couldn’t hear his shouts of welcome through the din. We hastened together from the helipad as I reached him, and I pulled the PPE out of my ears and stowed them in my pocket, adjusting my pack with a sharp shake of my shoulders.
By Lark Hanshan2 years ago in Fiction
Just Another Trip
ONE Waking up beside him feels like the beach at sunset. I stare at the lines of his face, so peaceful as he slumbers. His chest rises up and down like the waves climbing the beach and then receding. My heart double beats as my eyes find his parted lips and I kiss him softly.
By David Brandy2 years ago in Fiction
Wet Feet…
The cruise ship roared and rumbled like some giant best ready to consume us all. I took one final look at land, and then watched the waves carry us away. As the ship left port the strange realization that nothing would ever be the same hit me like a hurricane tearing a tree from its roots.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Fiction
The House of Usher
Kasey stood at ringside, watching the pattern, trying to familiarize her puppy through osmosis. They would be first in the ring when it was time to judge rough collies, so it was important for him to see and hear the sights and sounds that were not possible to replicate in a handling class. The smooth collies were just finishing now. The judge and the steward were both recording the variety winners in their respective books. The dogs that had not placed were already leaving the ring. They took their position at the gate as the last dog passed.
By Kimberly J Egan2 years ago in Fiction
