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Snowball
A man ambled down the darkened, claustrophobically narrow corridor stretched out before him. Constrained to single file, he followed the long-haired, nubile, scantily clad figure. As they approached what appeared to be a dead end, the wall ahead suddenly slid up into the ceiling with a faint hiss, and a brief gust blew in. The human mused that purified air was like purified water; they tasted “wrong” precisely because they were so unnatural.
Timothy James TurnipseedPublished 11 months ago in FictionThe magic of a moment
In the blink of an eye, a moment can change, A chance encounter, a life rearranged. A simple word, a single glance, Can set a heart aflutter with a newfound chance.
Jacob SergentPublished 11 months ago in PoetsTHE JUNGLE ADVENTURE
THE INSPIRATIONAL JUNGLE ADVENTURE At the heart of a bustling city, there lived a young man named Peter. He was an adventurous soul with an insatiable desire to explore the world beyond the concrete jungle. But amidst the noise and chaos he was facing, he felt a constant call from nature, beckoning him to seek solace in the wilderness.
Bongani MoyoPublished 11 months ago in FictionThe Scene of the Mime
THE SCENE OF THE MIME SET By the Home County of Kent on the purple grasses beneath its pinkened skies [o chalky land of Kent]
Rob AngeliPublished 11 months ago in PoetsAn Addicting Distraction
Drawn to all the possibilities it holds Illuminated by its cold, blue glow. I Scroll, Transfixed in its perpetuity. Rejigging my
Orange OasisPublished 11 months ago in Poets🔞THE DEVIL'S FAIRY ANGEL 🔞
★★the devil's clan ★★ I felt someone pulling me and opened my eyes slowly. they pulled me at of the car like a piece of trash .
success theophilusPublished 11 months ago in FictionHOT DOG
Now what about eating a hot dog makes you dream that you're a Jazz singing, Motorcycle riding, Mermaid? Riding side-saddled, of course, because of the whole tale issue and all. Let's see if we can figure this one out.
Dorothy GibbsPublished 11 months ago in FictionThe Mermaid
The Mermaid A call, a Mermaid, and the claws of death. A voice called out from below. The man they sought, dressed in a simple white shirt and black trousers, leaned over the edge of the dock, and smiled widely. He reached down towards that voice.
Madi HaywoodPublished 11 months ago in Fiction