Short Story
The Magic Word
She had always loved words. She collected them like treasures, reading books and dictionaries and writing in her journal. But there was one word she longed to know: the magic word that could grant any wish. She searched for it everywhere, but no one seemed to have the answer. Until one day, she found it in an old bookshop. It was written in gold letters on a dusty page. She whispered it softly and felt a surge of power. She smiled and closed the book. She didn't need to wish for anything. She already had the magic word: love.
Heather HollandPublished about a year ago in FictionFaithful
Michael had always trusted Emily implicitly. They had been together for over a decade, and in that time, he had never once doubted her faithfulness. An afternoon in late spring sought to change all of that.
Fiddlers
Henry and Joe relaxed in the cooling sands until a sudden, crushing weight thrust down upon them. Trapped. No hope of escaping with their tiny limbs intact.
Cathy holmesPublished about a year ago in FictionHe Made Evil
My lungs burned as I ran through the dense forest. The flashes of lightning and darkening clouds surrounding the area only got worse the closer I got to him.
A Heart's Rhymne
"In the Emotiovoidian Enclave, Axoꘌmotions are ruled by the Stoipath. But Angeni's heart beats with an unexpected rhymne," the old saga mutters. "What’s the bother, Sagientrix?" she asks, feeling her unusual stir grow power. "Your heart’s intent-beat is a long-forgotten rhymne ungenerated by the Affectscope Senticorder. Potentially changing the Stoipath’s ⌈┤Axotisynestrix├ ┤⌉ algorithms.
Sofie WeberPublished about a year ago in FictionI Finally Won Something on Vocal!
Two years and ~100 pieces of work on Vocal have finally paid off! I guess I finally wrote something worthwhile! Too bad it's still so little... So many hours wasted. I'll never get those hours I spent on articles back...
Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)Published about a year ago in FictionOpen Fire
“As police officers, we have to hold ourselves to a higher standard. It’s more than that. When someone wants to open fire, we must be citizens on patrol to maintain good standing and safety,” Newark Police Chief Marell Hankston.
Skyler SaundersPublished about a year ago in FictionExploring the Pacific Ocean
Exploring the Pacific Ocean The crew of the research vessel The Explorer was getting ready to lower their submersible into the Pacific Ocean as the sun was beginning to set. At the same time, the sun was beginning to set. They were on a mission to explore the Mariana Trench, which is the section of the ocean that is home to the deepest point, and collect specimens of the strange organisms that were discovered in that zone.
Artel BluePublished about a year ago in FictionHis Desire
He stared at her, surprisingly amused by the fact that he could sense no fear from her. He licked his lips as he took in the smoothness of her skin and the darkness of her curls. As she looked up, he peered into her sapphire-blue eyes, intrigued by the fact that she seemed to notice his presence. A slow, chilling smile spread across his lips. “How beautiful,” he breathed with sickening sweetness.
A. P. CooperPublished about a year ago in FictionThe Tapestry of Life
Life, a Tapestry of Woe and Bliss A tapestry of life we weave, With threads of woe and threads of bliss. A fabric fine, a web to cleave,
Alveena BibiPublished about a year ago in FictionThe Sea Turtle Dreamed
Turtle dreamed of Nature’s blessings: insects, trees, seas, and life. Visions of terrestrial life; a butterfly riding on a monkey’s back. In the monkey’s bug-infested paw, it carried rusted keys.
Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)Published about a year ago in FictionHer Concern
She had come to the edge of the valley where an asperous fortress of rock stood before her. No one else dared come here, and perhaps that is why she felt so at peace in such an ominous part of the valley. “It is oddly quiet. More quiet than usual.” She whispered as she realized that there was no howling or grumbling from the terrifying creatures that ruled these walls. She was puzzled, and a bit unsettled by this. As she looked up into the deepening mist of the valley, an electrifying chill pulsed through her veins.
A. P. CooperPublished about a year ago in Fiction