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A Stitch In Time
The dust jacket is light and comes off easily. I tuck it away, shaking fragments of the past on to ever creaking floorboards. The machine is revealed, resolutely white with vivacious red branding and violet-blue stitch patterns positioned underneath a green-eyed light. There are no cobwebs, but I blow anyway as though a firm well intentioned exhalation might release this tangled present from the grasping grey hands of a cloudy yesterday. It doesn't. Whether I bravely open my eyes or keep them naively shut, the past remains, weaving its shadow through today’s warp and weft.
By Racheblue Love5 years ago in Fiction
Ellie's Choice
It was Friday and the last day of school. I was so ready for this year to be over with. Emma was sitting with me on the grass while we waited for Gareth. Today was going to be a good day. We had been dating for a year, and Emma had been hinting heavily about our first anniversary. The fact Gareth had been so cagey made my heart turn over in my chest in excitement. I knew he had something planned.
By J.B. Miller5 years ago in Fiction
Kal’s Locket
The child sits with folded hands in his lap while intelligent blue eyes stare aimlessly at the blank wall opposite him. He’s not moved in the past twelve hours. An extraordinary amount of time for a thirteen year old to stay still. A single tear rolls down his porcelain like cheek as I open the steel door to his room.
By Marcus Alan Perkins5 years ago in Fiction
Textual Relations
“Hello, Michael.” That’s how it started, a text greeting from an unknown number on a late damp autumn night. He had been about to shut down his laptop. Helen had gone upstairs to bed, as usual, around an hour ago. She would read for a while then fall asleep with her book. He’d join her later, untangle her fingers from the pages and place the book face down on her bedside cabinet. He’d slide into bed beside her and the next thing would be the 6 am alarm when it all started over again.
By Alex Markham5 years ago in Fiction
A Month Later
06/21/2019 It's been a month after things have gone south. There's nothing left of our town after these creatures came. Roads leading out of town have been destroyed. Folks disappearing then coming back later.
By Raphael Fontenelle5 years ago in Fiction
A Mentally Balanced Society
Georgia looked down at her silver heart-shaped locket. In it was a picture of her mother. She had dark hair and wore red and purple. A color combination that had been forbidden for as long as Georgia could remember. She hid her locket and turned her attention to her closet. There was not much in it. She was a design student so this month she was scheduled to wear blue and white. In her closet was one special item. She was graduating this week. Her special colors were yellow and tan. The outfit had been chosen for her. It had arrived the other day. Her new job had been preselected as well. Her new job would be in this department. She would assign the colors for the ease and betterment of her fellow citizens. Her society's main goal was to look after the mental well-being of its citizens. They eliminated all self -determination and free choice. They had no jails, no crime, no hate speech, and no mental hospitals. People did not have the ability or need to make a bad decision.
By Antoinette L Brey5 years ago in Fiction
The bubble
The bubble “Mother, why do we have to stay in this giant bubble? Look out there! Look at the birds flying! What do they sound like? Yesterday you told me those four legged animals are deer, they are so pretty! The trees are so huge, the grass so tall, why are they swaying and dancing?” Pointing beyond the glass bubble, wiping it from the condensation of my breath.
By Leslie Strom5 years ago in Fiction
'Donor' part II
The moon shone, but her intense light was somehow dazzling my fragile eyes. A face slowly morphed out of her shadows and craters. She grinned. And winked. I couldn't remember the moon ever being this bright before.
By Deborah Robinson5 years ago in Fiction
Stalking Crows
No coverage, not even one bar, and her phone battery was almost dead. It was still daytime, but the overcast sky had a perfectly even dullness. There was no way to tell what time of day it was, much less which direction was north or south or anything else for that matter. Annoyed, Maya sighed. A two-lane blacktop road snaked up into the distance and disappeared into a forest. In the opposite direction, it twisted down toward some lumpy hills until it receded from view. She found herself in these types of situations more often lately. Maybe she needed to cut back on her late-night fun.
By Zada Kent5 years ago in Fiction
Roger the World’s Greatest Therapy Dog and the Haunted Hospital
It was October 31st, Halloween and Roger was working at the hospital. All the therapy dogs were wearing Halloween costumes so they could win the annual costume contest. First prize is a life time supply of dog bones. Roger was wearing a vampire costume. Roger was wearing a black cape and he had fake vampire tangs in his mouth. Harry the black lab was wearing a mummy costume.
By Jmjulius15 Jay5 years ago in Fiction
Ray Of Light
“Father Daley, Father Daley, it's me, Ray Meehan.” “Hello Ray.” “You're not Father Daley.” “Ray this is the confessional. You don't have to introduce yourself.”
By Tom Brad5 years ago in Fiction
The Dye In The Night.
As he trekked forward to the stone wall, Oisín couldn’t help looking over his shoulder at the Abbey in the distance. If he was quick, he could return home before dawn, leaving Brother Raymond none-the-wiser. Bumping into the wall tore his eyes away from the towers and huts, returning him to the journey ahead. Though the wall was low enough to mount over but high enough to keep the ewes in their field, he was struck by what the interlocking rocks represented.
By Conor Matthews5 years ago in Fiction