Fantasy
Dark Sweet Death
I don't remember much about the day I died, only the taste of something dark and sweet. I had planned to get up early, but things took a turn. Glancing at my phone while trying to snooze the alarm, I realize I'm already late. No time for a shower or a shave. In a panic, I throw on clothes. Rushing to the car I drop my keys while trying to juggle coffee, a laptop bag and my lunch. I bend down quickly to pick them up when the awful sound of my pants ripping makes me gasp. Startled, I spill hot coffee all down the front of my last clean shirt. It is at this very moment I realize this will not be a good day.
By Stewart Brewer5 years ago in Fiction
Butterfly Fate
Born as a creature so small and helpless; a slow thing who constantly strives to survive - a caterpillar - whose fight to survive begins the moment it is born. In such a big world where it can starve, be crushed, eaten, drowned, or even dry out in the burning sun; the worm still continues to survive.
By Gracelee Campbell5 years ago in Fiction
Big Foot and His Dad
I had come back from helping Ms. Annie and had fallen asleep on the couch with my dogs. I heard knocking, thought it was in my dreams, so I ignored it. If it was real, the two dogs sleeping on me would bark or make a noise right? So, I snuggled back asleep then heard the knocking again a bit louder and louder. I had to pee now, so I slid out from under the dogs and went to the bathroom and the dogs were still snuggled on the couch asleep. The knocking continued.
By Dee Mae Elva5 years ago in Fiction
A Meal to Die For
Mara closed the heavy wooden door quietly, the latch clicking softly into place. She almost breathed a sigh of relief but realized she hadn’t even looked to see what accompanied her in this room yet. Would it be another slumbering behemoth? Perhaps another angry skeleton? Her pulse quickened as she turned to face the new room.
By James F Fairservice Jr5 years ago in Fiction
Iron and Chocolate
I snorted with glee as the colossal red barn crushed my ex’s car. I moved to Hibbing, Minnesota from Cambridge, Massachusetts, following my boyfriend to the middle of the country, albeit the slightly less miserable northern middle. As much as everyone tells me how much I’ll hate the cold, I was actually looking forward to winter and long days and nights indoors, snuggling with my boyfriend and reading half a moving truck full of books we brought with us.
By Anton Crane5 years ago in Fiction
Before You Propose...
Veronica paced the length of her living room, her long strides eating up the distance between the walls of her small New York City apartment, creating the need for her to pivot after only a few steps. She glanced at her watch. 6:55. Henry said he’d pick her up at 7. He was never late.
By Kelly O'Donnell5 years ago in Fiction
Necklace of Memories (2)
As a purple haze slowly faded I saw a middle aged human female. She looked distorted through the thick glass of the kitchen window. She blurrily finished crimping spider pies and placed them in an oven box suspended over the kitchen fire. After closing the iron door with a burnt cloth, she sat down on a fresh pine stool by the gently popping fire. She looked up directly into my eyes as I stepped forward and eased the door open. Snow blew in swirling quickly before skidding onto the stone flagons as if they had suddenly discovered gravity. Her brown eyes widened in recognition and a smile rapidly dominated her face “Oh, Kendrick, I have been waiting for days. Grandmother said you would be here before the midwinter feast tomorrow, but, oh, Kendrick, I am so happy to see you”. She leapt up and embraced me, both of us failing to hold tears back. I had to hold back my joy to avoid being overwhelmed at holding my sister for the first time in five years as the purple haze came swirling back.
By Ian Hambly5 years ago in Fiction
