Short Story
GENTLE IS THE RAIN
GENTLE IS THE RAIN But it can chill to the bone )()()()()()()()( It had been a warm day in April when Tessie Montgomery stormed out of her parents’ apartment. It wasn’t the first time, so they assumed it wouldn’t be the last. Although she was only six, the little girl had a mind of her own. She wanted to go to the park! Being close to dinner time, her mother said no. Tessie stomped her foot and walked out the door.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
Jolly Roger
Jolly Roger D. A. Ratliff Every family has one eccentric relative who might be quirky, meanspirited, or perhaps a loner. I had heard tales of that relative in my family but met him first when I was nine. From that moment on, he became larger than life to me.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
The Cost of Power
The cost of power has never been an easy one to pay. As a young boy, Severus had always dreamt of powers and what he would be able to do. There would be no sadness, no tears. But the realm was poor, and power was not only scarce but cruel. Town elders warned that mages’ deals rarely had enough reward to warrant the endangerment.
By Samantha Smith2 years ago in Fiction
The Others
Ellen had worked some crappy jobs over the years, but she would never say so. She was the sort of person who could latch onto the good and overlook the bad. To her, a job was only truly "crappy" when the crap was spread around. Several of her past employers had her answer phones for seven-or-more hours a day. The context of a call center usually went a long way to curb the crap at manageable levels. Her peace rested on the assurance that as long as the caller stayed "over there," and Ellen was "over here," all was well. She would let no one get her down.
By Rebekah Conard2 years ago in Fiction
Haven. Content Warning.
Water splashed down as Ella held the baby close. She caressed the small hands as they clasped her thumb. Tears flowed from her swollen eyes as Noah drove around the lot once more. The storm that had passed through the coastal town had caused many power outages. The world moved around the beat-up Chevy where they had once used to escape and make love. Now the car was refuge before a goodbye. She could not let go just yet. Yet she could not go home. Her parents would never accept a baby born out of wedlock. Noah he could not handle fatherhood. They both were barely old enough to work. Parents they could not be parents now! She knew all of these facts, yet under her breath her response was “not yet!” when Noah asked.
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Fiction
