Magical Realism

It Eats the Light. Content Warning.
It had been six months since the funeral. A moving truck was parked in front of a picturesque two-storey house with rounded trim on the eaves, a window in the attic, a large sunporch, and vines growing up the front that framed the living room window. The wrap-around porch had two doors; one in front to go inside, another to access the sunporch to the left. There was a decent sized yard, more of it out back where there was a door covered by a box eave with built in shelves for wet shoes and umbrellas. A rickety swing set had been left as a monument to tenants past. It sat on the front yard facing the road and the old warehouse, equally rickety if not more so, which was just across the road.
By Adebisiabout a year ago in Chapters
Ch # 6 - From Ashes to Ascendancy
Jordan looked like he was at a disadvantage in the narrow stairwell because he was much smaller than them. However, Jordan dodged their punches easily and leaped up onto the staircase’s railing effortlessly. He then kicked one of them in his face.
By Ryan Grimabout a year ago in Chapters
Ch # 5 - From Ashes to Ascendancy
Drew said impatiently, “Okay, cut the crap and get inside the car. We will entertain the guests in the hotel first. We’ll punish you after the birthday banquet is over. You can then explain to Grandma about your divorce.”
By Ryan Grimabout a year ago in Chapters
Ch # 4 - From Ashes to Ascendancy
She wanted to punish him with the family rules! Those who violated the Camdens’ family rules would be severely punished, with the simplest being a board beating and being unable to walk for a few days, and the most severe being a broken finger.
By Ryan Grimabout a year ago in Chapters
Callie the Highland Cow
It started in a very dark place, but it was okay when I was with my siblings. We were told that we were going to make a child so happy. I couldn’t be more excited! One by one, I watched my siblings go to their forever home. Then it was my turn. The shipping container was a bit tight squeeze, and I was scared. Is this what my siblings had gone through so many days before? Someone whispered to me right before I was sent to my new home.
By Jessie Lynn Nelsonabout a year ago in Chapters
Ch # 3 - From Ashes to Ascendancy
In the mountain villa area of Orlando, at ten o’clock the following morning. It was the 80th birthday celebration of the elderly matriarch of the Camdens. The birthday banquet would be held at the best hotel in Orlando.
By Ryan Grimabout a year ago in Chapters
Ch # 2 - From Ashes to Ascendancy
In order to answer calls from customers anytime, Jordan wore a pair of Bluetooth headphones, and he was now listening to a song by a band called ‘Beyond.’
By Ryan Grimabout a year ago in Chapters
The Obsidian Key
That seemed like a lighthouse on the dark and deserted station. I stood before the terminal, still catching my breath, and with my heart pounding from that chase through Neo-Aurum's twisting streets. A flurry of questions raced through my mind. What was Nexus, truly? And why had it chosen me?
By Vinay Singhabout a year ago in Chapters
The Sage of the Forgotten Valley
Elion was an old sage living in a secluded valley. Towering mountains were his boundary and endless forests his embrace. His home was an ordinary cabin built near a sparkling river under the sun's light. This valley hid stories from the past, wisdom of the ages, and secrets whispered by the wind. Few ventured here as it was said that for those who sought Elion's counsel, they would be prepared to hear truths that might not be wanted to know.
By Usman Zafarabout a year ago in Chapters
From the Grave
Clawing, climbing, grasping Dirt collecting under my fingernails enough to spike with pain But I had to keep going Air, I needed to breathe air
By McKenzie McQuadeabout a year ago in Chapters
Chick or Child?
A little blue strip on the home pregnancy test indicated that Gisele Claughton would not be with child. Her black diamond skin seemed to glisten with perspiration. Her locks looked like strands of DNA. With the idea of allowing her body to be taut and limber from years as a ballerina and gymnast, she wondered what it would be like to have a bulbous belly. She slumped against the sink in her bathroom. The heated floors kept her backside warm on this December day. With her head towards the ceiling, a single tear fell from her eye. By brushing it away, she cast off any sense of not trying and to keep on until she could have a baby.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Chapters
Small Gestures Shape Our World
We often hear about grand gestures, sweeping pronouncements, and life-altering decisions. These are the moments we mark on calendars, the milestones we celebrate with fanfare. But what about the quiet moments, the seemingly insignificant actions that ripple outwards, shaping our lives in ways we never anticipate?
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Chapters