Love
Heart-Shaped Locket
Aarons Point of View. With careful movements, Aaron chips away at the rough cavern wall. After searching for so long, guided by nothing more than a legend, he was finally so close to what he had been searching for. The Locket. Though thought to be a myth, and nothing more than a tale, those who knew of the validity of the legend had searched for years hoping to find the subject of the tall tale. Those in the right circles knew of its power and had been hunting for decades to find it and take its power as their own. As the son of a professor, he had always been ensnared by the story… and his father's quest to find it. Finally here, in this moment, he would have what so many had searched for, what his father had died for. Any minute now, his search would end. He has to remind himself of patience as his hand slips and a rather large piece of rock tumbles to the cavern floor, echoing loudly.
By Deven Ziegenbein5 years ago in Fiction
Hear the City Scream
Phoenix dreaded sleeping. Every night, when his body went still and his mind began to roam, he was transported to a barren field enclosed by a 30 feet tall fence made of electric barbed wire. A middle-aged woman with messy locks of ash-blonde hair was staring at him, frantically mouthing something.
By Nelly Zerbib5 years ago in Fiction
Prompt response:
"I knew you'd like that one." The clapping died off; like the volume of a radio being turned down. "I wasn't sure if you'd noticed that I ..well," I laughed lightly," I was trying to find a genre you preferred. I do want my audience to enjoy my ‘performance’."
By Nikolle Freeman5 years ago in Fiction
MAKE DO AND MEND - A NOVEL
I could say that this is the story of how I died, although that wouldn’t necessarily be true. As with anything in life, and death is no different, there is so much more to this tale than just my death. Although, that is certainly the beginning.
By Samuel Miles McGee5 years ago in Fiction
Dangerous Spiders
1. The first thing I notice as Amy Quills leads me to her giant house is the benevolence, like welcoming me to another world, here in this galaxy of crystal mirror windows, glass lamps of stars, splendid sculptures, and plutocratic architecture. She shies away from me, "Oh it's not that big a deal!" Oh, but it is, Amy. It's like nothing I have come to expect. A modern castle—some sort of secret cult, I know, is lurking past those iron-wrought gates, past the hedges of thick and untrustworthy greenery. The forest feels like it is closing in, but she just leads me on. Up the marble stairs, the command of the doorbell. A radiant chime, lasting longer than usual. "I should have worn a suit," I say. She gives me a sharp look, rolling her eyes.
By Justin Fong Cruz5 years ago in Fiction
Mud Baths
The heat ate their bodies slowly, between trees and swamps, as mosquitoes converged in the sticky wrap of the oxygen. They looked upon the dead waters, hoping something more would become of their lives. Lisa and John always shared the same cigarettes, the same bottles of alcohol, daydreaming and distending. Nothing was accomplished. The cicadas screamed their ephemeral cries, like some sort of unique haunting above them. Sometimes Lisa and John would read down by the river. Languid pages blinked in the dry wind. Or they would just look at one another, in silent language.
By Justin Fong Cruz5 years ago in Fiction
The Pigerons
I hear someone screaming in the distance and I open my eyes. It’s dark and I can’t remember where I am so I try to move but I can’t, my body is unresponsive but my mind is racing. I hear footsteps approaching and my fear makes my heart beat faster, something touches my foot, I can’t tell what but the coldness I feel doesn’t leave my body, and shivers run through my spine. Seconds later I see a face leaning in close but I can’t make out the features and suddenly it disappears as someone screams my name. Or am I imagining it? I don’t know anymore. I'm disoriented and trying to stay calm when I finally get my mobility back.
By Kennedy Bayer5 years ago in Fiction
Tani's Torment
Tani sat with her back against the rough bark of the giant weeping willow, their special tree. She leaned her head back and stared up at the graceful branches filled with thousands of tiny green leaves; they reached down from the heavens like a protective covering. Tears flowed down her cheeks, like the stream nearby that meandered its way from the distant hills to meet a bigger river. This was not how she envisioned spending their anniversary; yet, here she was desperately missing Andy, hoping to draw some strength and peace from this tree. The tree where they would sit for hours holding hands and sharing secrets, where he asked for her hand in marriage.
By Viltinga Rasytoja5 years ago in Fiction
The Day After
I stare at my bed side clock flashing the familiar 04:00 at me. For the first time in several decades it isn't accompanied by the mind numbing beep I've become accustomed to waking to. I guess I didn't really need the alarm the last decade or so but habit had me set it every night before bed. A pang of loss sounds its way through my chest. I turn over with a heavy sigh.
By Deanna Chaffin5 years ago in Fiction
