Stream of Consciousness
A Kind Exchange
Jacob, holding a jacket, was waiting in line before the cash register. He was homeless and a woman gave him $100 for buying a jacket in cold weather. A woman was setting feeders, diapers, and baby milk tins on the counter. It came to about 170 dollars in total. After going through her bag, the woman hardly found seventy dollars. Reluctantly, she returned one tin of milk but the bill was still $140. Jacob made her a hundred-dollar offer. She accepted the money at his insistence.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
To Every Sign I ignored, From Every Worry I'll have
The worries of yesterday always seem to creep up when things are at their brightest. Dusty skeletons I believed to be buried in their respective closets burst through flooding my mind. easily overthrowing any of the things I held in high regard. The scales are tipped and they rarely seem to fall in my favor. But when they do life has its way of reminding you.
By Somebody's Something 2 years ago in Fiction
Hell
The base of the huge grandfather clock stood stark and ominous against the night sky as a supermoon glowed eerily beyond the horizon. Tonight, my mind played tricks, for my reality had seemingly begun to lapse into the absurd. In my confused and disoriented state, the moon appeared sinister, brooding and terrifying as her light shone a fearsome orange glow upon the dreary night.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
Child of Iridescence
The Mystical Sapphire Forest exists in an enchanted, tranquil and scenic landscape of indescribable beauty. It lies tucked away in a long secluded valley and is colorfully bounded by gently sloped concave sides. This idyllic Goidelic 'gleann' is mystic and rich in Irish and Scottish Gaelic charm. Steep hills stand guard over this hidden nell in majestic ethereal beauty and the inhabitants are lovingly shrouded in bright mysterious incandescent, radiant light.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Promise
In the heart of a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, there existed a story long forgotten, yet bound by the threads of destiny. It was a tale of love, betrayal, and ultimately, redemption — a narrative that echoed through generations, its secrets buried beneath the layers of time.
By Francis Labour2 years ago in Fiction
