Young Adult
Haily's Comet
The shooting star streaked across the night sky, knocked from the heavens by some unknown force, and descended in a brilliant trail of glimmering silver. As it descended the exosphere into the thermosphere, passing the mesosphere, stratosphere, and finally, troposphere, it decreased in size and weight. It was no larger than a gumball when it collided with the grass in Haily’s backyard. Usually, such a happening would have passed notice, but Haily could not sleep, so she sat awake near her window. Her parents had gotten her a telescope after much begging last year, and it had become a pastime, on the night's sleep eluded her, gaze up into the heavens until she became too exhausted to keep her eyes open.
By S.N. Evans3 years ago in Fiction
Wind Direction
The light breeze buffeted the back of my head, raising a small tuft of hair. It may even have been the breath of a whisper. I cupped my hand around the cigarette dangling from my mouth, while I tried to keep the tiny flame of the match from being extinguished. I inhaled deeply and exhaled a stream of anxiety, relaxing into getting started on my plans for the day.
By Archived User3 years ago in Fiction
Mr. Murder Tree. Content Warning.
A Terrifying Tremulous Trees origin story Long before I was known as Mr. Murder Tree, I was known as Muata, The Mighty Oak. This was a name given to me by a Miwok named Honon. Even though his name meant bear, I called him The Yellow Jacket catcher, and he called me the same when he gave me my name. Before him, I had no name.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Virtue of Yi
Title: The Virtue of Yi: A Tale of Integrity and Redemption By maximillian During the warring states period, in the ancient kingdom of G, there lived a man named Feng. Despite his humble origins, Feng possessed a keen sense of integrity and a heart full of compassion. However, his lack of viable prospects left him struggling to find his place in the world.
By maximillian masali3 years ago in Fiction
A Spine-Chilling Adventure: The Three Friends Journey into the Ghost Bungalow House
In the heart of a small, sleepy town stood a decrepit bungalow, long abandoned and shrouded in whispers of its haunted past. Its once-grand façade was now weathered and worn, windows boarded up, and ivy snaking its way around the crumbling walls. The locals spoke of eerie noises emanating from within and strange lights flickering in the dead of night. But for Sitha, Muthu, and Meena, three adventurous teenagers with a penchant for the paranormal, these tales only fueled their curiosity.
By Ruba,s Scrawls3 years ago in Fiction
THE ACTS OF WITCHES
THE ACTS OF WITCHES CHAPTER 3 "Ewo! Gbe ebo yen sile ti o ba fe s'ofo emi e ni ojiji!" One of the witches screamed as I was about to drop the ebo. My hands became shaky as the igba Almost dropped. I was already half bent, close to the ground. I paused and bent my head in fear. I had looked around to be sure no one was there. So, where could those women had come from? They all laughed hysterically at the same timing, rhythm and tempo. They stopped laughing at the same time too, like a rehearsed exercise. I summoned the courage to look up. I stood and looked straight at them with the courage of a man whose life depended on just that last effort. I explained why I had brought the ebo and how important it was to save my only brother's life. They laughed again. One of them who seemed like their leader walked slowly towards me. I almost ran away but for my resolve to save booda Tunji. She placed her left hand on my right shoulder and a cold shudder ran down my spine. I was practically shaking. Sweating even in the cold and breezy night. "Wo! se o ri egbon re ti o fe se irapada fun yi, ki n se ero aiye yi mo. O ti di oku" "You see this your brother you want to redeem, he's no longer a living being. He's already a dead person" She explained. At that instance, I screamed. It flipped through my mind to call the name of Jesus, but I had already jettisoned the thought of calling on God for help since no pastor was able to save my brother. So, I was left to myself and the believe that the Ifa priest had the solution to the problem. "Iya, e jowo. E bami da emi egbon mi pada. Oun nikan ni omo iya soso ti mo ni l'aiye" I pleaded with her to save my brother but she laughed again. Then, she turned to the other witches and started asking them the parts of my brother's body each of them, and other witches in their coven had eaten. They all mentioned parts, and names of people with the parts they ate. A name resounded in my head. Iya Labake was mentioned. I doubted my hearing ability and asked again. They all laughed and never gave me any response. Within a blinking of the eyes, they all disappeared. Dear reader, after reading please leave a ♥️ and a comment. Don't forget to follow me for more interesting stories
By raphwrites3 years ago in Fiction
