Short Story
Sanctuary
When darkness fell, the young woman sensed a change on the breeze and a scent of floral fragrance wafted from somewhere beyond the trees. She had walked further today than she had ever done, and her feet throbbed. She wanted to rest but knew she could not yet stop. She had to be obscured by shadow before she dared to allow herself a moment of calm. She heard a thousand footsteps pound from where she had been before. The thunder of those from whom she fled beat upon the ground. Drums of fate, the beat of a dozen accusers echoed through the valley, her heart reflected the hurt that could only be caused by those she loved. A dozen accusers, but the word of only one was the torture that rent her heart, that tore her apart her soul. Should a thousand years pass before she heard that sound once more, she would not forget…could not forget…the descent of hope when her lover had declared her culpable.
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry2 years ago in Fiction
A Fizzy Secret
I'm Bryony. I'm fifteen. I wear my hair in a high ponytail. I'm not confident enough to wear it any other way. My most stand-out feature is my freckles. I'm covered in them, especially on my face. They make me self conscious. I am so close to being absolutely mortified in any given moment, that it doesn't take much to set me off. I'm fair-skinned as well, so I blush easily. This makes me even more self-conscious.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Unhinged
"You think you know me but you don't, Draven," Voss shouted, his voice echoing through the nearly empty parking garage. "You can look at the sky and see a storm but you won't know if the lightning will strike you. You can't know what the thunder will sound like or where the hail will come from."
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
Why Your Presence Matters Most to Your Child
This message seeks to explain the role of the parent company in a kid’s life. It begins with a mother where the basic theme of desire of a child to be close to the parent and practical concerns can oppose.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten diary
As I rummaged through my grandmother's attic, I found a dusty diary belonging to "Emily". I had never heard of her, but my curiosity was piqued. I opened the diary and began to read. The entries were from the 1940s, and Emily wrote about her daily life, dreams, and fears. She was a young woman living in a small town, working as a nurse. Her words were eloquent, and her stories captivating. I felt like I was transported to a different era, one of simplicity and innocence. As I delved deeper, I discovered Emily was in love with Jack, a man from a rival family. Their romance was forbidden, and Emily's words poured out her longing and heartache. I felt her pain, joy, and hope. The diary ended abruptly, leaving me wondering what happened to Emily and Jack. Did they find their way back to each other? Did they live happily ever after? I asked my grandmother about Emily, but she seemed reluctant to talk about it. "It's the past, let it rest," she said. But I couldn't rest. I had to know what happened to Emily. I started searching through old records, talking to townspeople, and scouring the internet. Finally, I found an old newspaper article. Emily and Jack had run away together, defying their families' feud. They built a life, had children, and lived happily ever after. I felt a sense of closure, a sense of peace. Emily's story was no longer forgotten, and I had played a part in remembering it. I returned the diary to the attic, but now it was a symbol of the power of stories and the human experience.
By Gulzaib Bhutto2 years ago in Fiction
A Day *n the L*fe of Alex
A cold dawn unfurls as Alex's alarm clangs through the st*llness, herald*ng a new day. The room, adorned w*th posters and books, holds secrets and dreams of the past and future. W*th a stretch and a yawn, Alex sheds the warm cocoon of blankets, ready to embrace the day's poss*b*l*t*es. The ch*ll *n the a*r, the softness of the blankets, and the ant*c*pat*on of the day ahead create a serene atmosphere.
By Neli Ivanova2 years ago in Fiction
