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Into the Groves
Nightfall came sooner than I anticipated. I still needed to spread her ashes and say my goodbyes to her, so I must stay another day in this town. I walked the quiet streets, heading back to my aunt’s old home. I looked to the sky, admiring the innumerable stars that decorated it. This view makes me hate this place a little less. With the amount of light pollution in the city I can only ever see the moon and maybe a few sparse specks of stars. But here, it’s like I can dive into a sea of stars and bathe myself in the glow of the moon. It’s almost intoxicating how beautiful it is. I brought my gaze back to the empty streets. Though it is only 9pm, every storefront is closed. That’s small town living for you. One store in particular catches my eye. Mama Blossom’s Bakery. I’d only ever been there once, long ago. A summer I can’t seem to get out of my head today.
By Katie O'Shea5 years ago in Fiction
Fighting for Absolution
Tilly kept her head turned away from the man in front of her. With the tattered, dirty clumps of her hair hanging around her face, she had a bit of a shield against the tantalizing smell of warm chocolate, but the mild stench of soiled hair could hardly block out the decadent aroma of freshly baked cake. It didn’t matter. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing how affected she was by this act. Mind games were never a thing she’d taken interest in, so she had no idea if her act of defiance would make a difference, but she still refused to broadcast how painfully hungry she was by staring at the cake being consumed dramatically by the Arbiter.
By Caitlin Justine5 years ago in Fiction
Order of the Heart. III
Andrew slowly turned the ladle in the pot. He sniffed the aroma of the sauce as it slowly grew to perfection. It might seem that the entire world was aflame, the end times might be upon everyone, but the pasta sauce Andrew created must always be the very best. He still remembered his restaurant on Oak and Broadway in Vancouver. During the Winter Olympics of 2010, people from around the globe lined up for his pasta and creative toasted slices of bread.
By Bruce Curle `5 years ago in Fiction
The Gift's of Grandparent's By: Danyel Fields
After a long summer staying with his grandpa and grandma helping them on the family farm. Grandpa raised a question to Alex if he was willing to stay with them and help out on the farm and take it over once they passed away. Before the weekend was over he gave them his answer and he hold them yes that he was more than happy to come and live with them.
By Danyel Fields5 years ago in Fiction
Numididae
There’s a golden glow when the girl awakes, the spread of iridescence as the sun rises in the early morning. Her hands chill as she pulls the slice of chocolate cake out of the fridge box, the swirls of frosting peaked at glistening on top. When she bought it it had smelled rich like cocoa but it has chilled to a dead cold scent of refrigerator. She hunts through the large drawer by the sink and finds a fork with a heavy handle, reminds her of her grandmother’s good silver but she’s pretty sure that was sold a long time ago. The farm house belonged to the old woman originally and the girl was the only one interested in upkeep it when she passed. Her siblings had trawled the entire house, crawling through for any scrap of value and leaving her with a wooden shell. It was an overwhelming task initially but she started with a floral wall paper in the main room and continued building it back into a liveable state and now her only complaint is the draft that creeps in on cooler mornings.
By Arwyn Sherman5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate Cake, Girl Talk, and Mysterious Packages
As soon as I walked in, the smell of coffee and sweets took over my senses. A nice slice of chocolate cake caught my eye and I knew that's exactly what I wanted. As I walked up to the counter to order, a familiar red-head popped up from behind the counter; “Lily!?...”
By K.J.George5 years ago in Fiction
Ripar returns to Earth (Part 2)
A few hours later, Ripar and his comrades were doing scans on the ship of nearby land and settlements when they heard the barn door open. Mike and John returned with food. They had fried chicken, corn, potato salad, green beans, and chocolate cake. Upon entering the aliens smelled the food and they liked the scent that was coming from it. Ripar told them of human food and that it was tasty, what they ate at home was bland and they never ate meat, but neither had Ripar. He was debating on whether he wanted to try it, but eating something that was alive just seemed wrong...even though it smelled really good.
By Robert Kegel5 years ago in Fiction
Feed the Wolves
Tonight, my heartsore sister, we must remember to feed the wolves. Bitter and sick of starvation, they will hunt us like the earth ravaged its reckless. Un-name your rabbits. Thank them for comfort in the bleak and fortune of their swift feet. Each night endured requires sacrifice—this is yours. We, the restless, must learn to release ourselves from solace. Turbulence will haunt you long after day breaks. I will be here to soothe the pain.
By Sam Eliza Green5 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon's Captive
The solution slowly dripped into a beaker from the filtration apparatus. When at last the filtration reached completion, Illior carefully added a few drops of juice from nightshade berries and one drop of primrose essence to dampen the toxins. It was lucky the king trusted him so completely. Illior need only ask and whatever he needed was given him. All he had to say was that it was for his research to cure the ailing princess. After all, he had been the one to save the queen when she came down with Dragon Fever after her rescue. He had cast a spell to make an appeal on the queen’s behalf. The great dragon Kaen had removed his mark from the queen but Illior must obtain a replacement for him. Upon the princess’ birth, Kaen laid claim to her. He sent a scorching wind to the castle to place his mark upon her heart. The mark would make her ill unless she was in his lair. Not even Phredatope tears could reverse a dragon’s claim. The king beseeched Illior to save his daughter as he had the queen, but upon agreeing to Kaen’s terms Illior had become a servant to the beast, unable to break their agreement on penalty of death for not only him but his entire family. If ever he considered betraying the dragon, his chest would burn as though his heart were burning.
By Antonia Mele5 years ago in Fiction
Battle of the Bloodline
I woke up lying flat on my back in a bed of wet powder, my eyes still fluttering from the bright daylight. The tips of the iced over trees seemed to touch the cloudless, blue sky. At first, I had no worry of the moment as I listened to the bird’s chirp and fly over my face, then I wondered. Where am I? I wasn’t in the coffee shop anymore. The weird guy I was talking to wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Bolting to a sitting position, something about these surroundings were familiar, as if from a dream.
By Sara Aulds5 years ago in Fiction
