Stream of Consciousness

Lights
To walk out and stop for a while, seeing beautiful lights decoring trees and letting you drift like a dreamer into their magical world.To watch them rising and falling like shooting stars along their destined path, sometimes silver like a star or the moon or sometimes all the colours of a celestial rainbow.On an evening walk you can fall like a dreamer into the magical places they welcome you to.Your soul is soothed, sour spirits lifted and your heart given wings.Twinkling in the darkness, bringing brightness into our lives, letting your eyes weave beautiful shapes to bring magic into your life.Walk out and let the lights guide you toward greater happiness.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
A World Unheard
The chipped Formica table in the greasy spoon diner was Ethan’s world for an hour each Tuesday. He’d sit by the window, the greasy fingerprints a blurry frame around the grey London sky above Camden High Street, a world of sound he could only perceive as vibrations through the glass.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Christmas Revelation
In a small town nestled between hills, where the lights of Christmas twinkled in every window, lived a woman named Miriam. She had spent her life searching for something she couldn’t quite name. Her days were filled with the familiar rhythms of work, family, and quiet contemplation, but there was always a space within her that felt unfilled, as though something essential was missing.
By Whimsical Wanderer 2 years ago in Fiction
The Enemy and Vague Memories of the Past
Frank, after losing half of his battalion, despite his hopeless mind and body filled with wounds, was still holding firm and steadfast on the battlefield with unparalleled courage. In the sudden attack by the enemy forces the previous night, more than half of Frank’s battalion was killed, and the few remaining soldiers were severely wounded and exhausted.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
The Group Chat Roast. Top Story - December 2024.
“Guys, I think my phone is freaked out,” Mia announced in the group chat.Ethan replied first. “Didn’t we agree last week you’re not allowed to watch horror movies alone anymore?”“No, I’m serious! My autocorrect has gone rogue,” Mia typed back.Lila joined in. “It’s autocorrect, Mia. It’s been sabotaging humanity since 2007. Get in line.”“NO, listen! I was texting my mom about making chicken for dinner, and it corrected ‘chicken’ to ‘children.’”Ethan: “Honestly? Sounds like your mom should be concerned about YOU, not your phone.”Lila: “‘Hey Mom, let’s roast some children for dinner.’ I love it.”“STOP,” Mia wrote, but Ethan was already on a roll.Ethan: “Imagine your mom replying, ‘Make sure they’re seasoned well.’”Lila: “And Mia’s like, ‘Don’t worry, Mom, I marinated them in teriyaki.’”Mia: “I HATE BOTH OF YOU.”
By Komal2 years ago in Fiction
Fanfiction: What it means to us?
Let me make the title a bit clearer before I begin with the main context. “Fanfiction: What Does It Mean to Us?” The pronoun “us” has been stressed here. We all, in some way or another, are affected by fiction in general. Fiction is literature that is created from one’s imagination and is not presented as fact, though it may be based on a true story or situation. We all watch movies, read stories, listen to songs, etc. Most of them are fictional. Some popular types are romance (my personal favourite), action-adventure, science fiction, fantasy, speculative fiction, suspense/thriller (my second personal favourite), young adult, new adult, etc. Now here comes a completely new genre, “Fanfiction.”
By A Little Butterfly2 years ago in Fiction
The World of Sorrows and Pain
Once upon a time, there lived a woodcutter in a village. He was living happily with his wife and three daughters in his small house built on the edge of the forest. But one day his wife died, and his three daughters lost their mother. The woodcutter was very sad after his wife died. He started worrying about his three daughters, so he decided that he would marry again so that his three daughters could get motherly love, and they could be brought up properly. And he got married again after some time. And he had another daughter from her. But his second wife treated his three daughters stepmotherly; she gave them a lot of pain and sorrow, tortured them, and made them do all the household work.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
A Geyser and a Smile. Content Warning.
The Bangalore monsoon had arrived, a relentless drumming against the windowpane of Anya’s small flat. The city lights blurred through the rain-streaked glass, each light a symbol of a separate life, a separate world, all existing within the same vast, indifferent city.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
I'll Love you for A Thousand More
Jaxon had crafted a heartfelt poem, a melody woven with love for Amelia. It wasn’t something he sat down to compose; it was a tune that flowed naturally, one he found himself singing every day. Each note carried the weight of his longing, a tender refrain that surfaced whenever he missed her presence.
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Fiction
Paradox of Truth
The neon glow of Solace Station bathed its labyrinthine alleys in hues of electric blue and crimson. A sprawling orbital city teetering on the edge of a dying star, it pulsed with artificial life, its chaos a stark contrast to the cold void of space beyond. Here, reality was malleable, bent by the weight of technology and desperation.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Are You Living A Comb’s Life?
As Vincent entered her office, Mitzy read his expression and the glint in his eyes and said, “No!” hanging up the phone after ending the conversation with one of her clients.
By Annelise Lords 2 years ago in Fiction
I'll Love you for A Thousand More
March 03, 1996 250 Miles Beyond Earth's Surface "Amelia? We're good?", Lucy; one of her Troops' partners asked in a worrisome tone.
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Fiction