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Chasing a ghost through the vast white
“Halligan!” I can see his silhouette some way in the distance. He has been there for a while but he doesn’t seem to move, either toward or away from me.
Beth SarahPublished 3 months ago in FictionThe Last New Day With Her
A warm, yellow light began to peek under the bottom of the fridge — the start of a new day. Right on cue, a shadow fell across the strip of light. A black nose immediately stuck itself in the gap between the fridge door and the floor, the white, furry mustache below the twitching nose visible in the slowly disappearing darkness.
Muchtar SuryawanPublished 3 months ago in FictionWith Love
Dear Idiot, This is why people have filing systems. Stuffing me in an unread book was a bad move. Do you even read by the way? Judging by the state of my neighbours I’m thinking not. Pages pristine, covers an inch deep in dust. You’re never going to find me.
Lauren EverdellPublished 3 months ago in FictionSpunky's First Snow
Spunky peeked out of her brightly painted little barn in the green countryside, in wonder and fascination. Gingerly, she extended her soft, pink nose to sniff the fluffy, white blanket that had covered everything during the night. Her little nostrils filled with the cold, wet stuff and she sneezed, shaking her head and kicking up her heels. “Whatever could this be?” she said, aloud.
Dana CrandellPublished 3 months ago in FictionAlways Missing Him
Darkness. That’s what I had been submerged in for so long. Dark and empty were my new feelings. My new surroundings. My new existence.
Blue DymondPublished 3 months ago in FictionThe Snow Angel
Death can only take so much flirting and teasing until it has had enough. "I'm not ready," I wail. "They're coming for us," Henry insists through blue lips. He squints at the pale sky.
Kelsey SyblePublished 3 months ago in FictionThe Sanctuary of Solace
The cacophony of passing cars and distant howls of wind feels simultaneously familiar yet alien to Moon, who hasn't ventured outside of the house in weeks. The weather has shifted from mild to biting cold, with snow lining the streets. Each inhalation of the frigid air weighs heavily on her chest.
Stella Yan PhDPublished 3 months ago in FictionThe Hunt
Speed and stamina were her gifts. Through the silent forest and out onto the snow covered plains, she ran. She did not falter when the snow became deep, or when the wind blew with an icy chill, hard enough to push through the dense layers of her coat.
Cayla StonePublished 3 months ago in Fiction- Runner-Up in Misplaced Challenge
Synergy
It’s a high stakes gamble for me, this strategy. Part one has gone well, but the odds were more in my favour then. Part two is anyone’s game, and I’m playing to a crowd who does not favour me, mostly. They might, if they looked at the long game, but people don’t. They say it’s a team sport, which is easy to say when you’ve got your roots so deep in that it would take quite the storm to knock you out. I do understand that. The captain is playing for glory, and we don’t all need to shine for a win to be declared. But we all want to, that is built in. Everyone wants to flourish, don’t they? So here I am, laying low, hoping it might be me. If it’s not, it will all be over for me.
Hannah MoorePublished 3 months ago in Fiction Drowning in Sorrows.
In the absence of light, I suppose darkness is my new ruler. I am beside myself but can’t presume my owner has the audacity to leave me here surrounded in this cesspool of filth. Doesn't she know I am royalty? I was forged on a pedestal and looked highly upon by jealous eyes wishing I could be theirs. I hope she has organized search efforts. Or at the absolute least, filed a missing possession report with the proper authorities.
Lamar WigginsPublished 3 months ago in FictionLollipop Dreams
I glared at the ticket placed before me until the typed numbers appeared to be nothing more than squiggles. Tobacco wafted through the dusty air of my cramped apartment. The kitchen faucet dripped; each drop of water vibrating in my ears. Picking up the worn slip of paper with shaking hands, I flipped it over, quickly reading the claim written in bold ink:
Isabella RosePublished 3 months ago in FictionOphelia
Trigger Warning: mentions of domestic abuse Your hands were sweaty the first time we met. It seemed to permeate my keys as you shakingly plugged in ten digits and the name "Ophelia." You tossed me into your purse, unaware of how I bounced around until I sunk to the bottom. It was dark in that purse, the kind that grabs and holds you hostage without any hope of escape. I didn't much care about the pitch dark as a bit of curiosity led me to search the internet.
Alexandria StanwyckPublished 3 months ago in Fiction