Short Story
Curious about the Man
I kick off my biting heels and collapse onto my bed. “Go to sleep, you’ll feel better in the morning. I promise,” she whispers as she closes the door. And I fall asleep to the sound of faint footsteps climbing up and up, into the space above me.
By Kayleigh Turnerabout a year ago in Fiction
Living a Lie
Between the outlandish parties and the eccentric people, he now accommodated himself with, I was little more than an after-thought. It wouldn’t have mattered how endearing I made myself to suit him, he would have become consumed by his need for the bohemian side of life all the same. He was the type of man who could never be pleased and always hunted his next pleasure. He liked the unorthodox and craved the zany. The zanier, the better.
By Kayleigh Turnerabout a year ago in Fiction
Devoured by Winter
The frozen bench crunched under the weight of me. A piercing wind slapped me gingerly before it wrapped around me with a mighty force. A deep chill sunk into my bones, it numbed me to my core. My body was past shivering. I cannot remember when I first clenched my teeth to stop them from chattering, for I had been exposed to the cold for such a length of time that it had been lost on me. I nursed my aching jaw, massaging out the tension with my gloved hands. Beneath the gloves, my fingers were stiff, for the cold of the night had seeped into my knuckles.
By Kayleigh Turnerabout a year ago in Fiction
The Storm
The sky was dark and ominous, and the waves were crashing against the sides of the ship. Jack stood on the deck, watching as the storm raged on around him. He had been at sea for weeks, traveling from his home in England to the New World, and he had never seen anything like this.
By Saif Zafarabout a year ago in Fiction
A Slice of Chocolate Cake
It lay before her, almost afloat the marble on a raft of fine china. Her weapon of choice; a dainty, three-pronged trojan. It glinted and gleamed in her grasp. She paused a moment, contemplating dropping everything and wilfully leaving the room in search of less fattening ventures. She shooed the thought away as quickly as it had appeared. The temptation was far too great.
By Kayleigh Turnerabout a year ago in Fiction
The Past is a Foreign Country
It’s 1933. I sit on a slick, black leather car seat. The city lights and star-spangled sky above blur across my vision. My eyes are wide and absorbing. Wind pulses through my hair and dances across my bare arms, erecting tiny goose bumps with its light touch. My suitor, a tall man, with strong facial features, stares ahead into the night. His hair is smoothed over to one side and his classic tuxedo remains creaseless. His hands grip the steering wheel at the suggested 10 and 2 positioning. He is clean, serious and inescapably boring.
By Kayleigh Turnerabout a year ago in Fiction
The Walk
We walked, teeth chattering, calves burning and fingers so cold, they couldn’t really be used as fingers at all. Other than the occasional clumsy bumping of shoulders – due to my unreliable balance – we never touch. I focus, measuring each stride. Every time I dare to lift my eyes from the fresh layer of leaf cover, towards the canopy’s mysterious upper reaches, my face absorbs what feels like the full force of the phantom wind. It whispers and flutters around my ears, sending delicate waves through my hair.
By Kayleigh Turnerabout a year ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Underworld
Deep within the abyss of the underworld, where an eternal gloom reigned supreme and the haunting cries of lost souls reverberated, emerged an intricate love narrative, entwined with both sentimental tenderness and heartbreaking bitterness. Prepare yourself for the saga of Hades and Persephone, two souls inevitably linked by the threads of destiny, yet mercilessly torn apart by the stark irreconcilable difference of their divergent realms.
By Likhitha Habout a year ago in Fiction