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A Moment Ahead
If people actually knew Esther Ringell, she would have been the topic of every conversation had when there’s nothing else to talk about. Really, it was quite a talent to be someone so odd as Esther yet still avoid being the focus of others’ tongues. When Esther ever pondered this, she would always conclude that her extravagance was such that it was noticed in the moment but forgotten afterwards – especially once she had returned to the safety of her habitual demeanour that had the basic outward appearance of a blank wall. The excuse she loved most when some noticed this stark difference and asked her about it was that she had reserved so much energy (and face muscles) from appearing like a zombie that she could be ‘wild’ and ‘crazy’ with no effort or second thought.
By Caitlin Swan4 years ago in Fiction
The Diary of the Last Teenage Girl on Earth:
Thursday, October 27, 2022 I am writing in a diary on paper, with a pen – how primitive - something I wouldn’t have thought I would ever do, with my Mac Note Book. But, it is all I have now, and I have to organize my thoughts, and writing always helped me think clearer, as if that it possible now in this crazy world.
By Brittany Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Flash of Light
Alice stared off into space while she waited. Her first day back to work had been harrowing to say the least. Had she actually said, just days prior, that she missed work and couldn’t wait to get back to it? What had she been thinking? And now, when she just wanted to be back home, it seemed like she was going to be stuck at the crosswalk. It couldn’t take this long for the pedestrian walk light to change to green, even though she had just missed the last one. What was taking so long? Why did the universe seemingly not want her to get home? What was the hol- It’s green!
By V J Wiatrowski5 years ago in Fiction
10,000 Pounds
Abuse can be so incredibly difficult to recognise at times. Especially when it’s so close and personal that it’s impossible to step back and see the big picture for what it really is. Maggie knew her boyfriend was a sadistic, controlling sociopath, but a part of her had always been in denial about it. So she let his passive aggressive comments burn into her skin, day after day, as pieces of her were chipped and chiselled away.
By J. R. Lowe5 years ago in Fiction
Bugs Of The Night, Together Burn Bright
Why is it that bugs fly to a flame? I thought it was the light. We are fickle things, bumbling in the darkness most of our lives, so when a beacon lights, we float toward it without thinking. We don’t know the source of the light beaming brightly in the night, nor the consequence of following it, but the journey draws us.
By Eloise Robertson 5 years ago in Fiction
El Amor
Mariposa sat at the small table in a café in Tarragona, Spain, patiently awaiting her date's arrival and hoping he would appear soon. Tarragona, though somewhat small, was a busy city due to the bullfights, and it was possible that Santiago had been delayed by unforeseen events since he worked at the Tarraco Arena where the bullring was located. Mariposa reassured herself he would arrive shortly. He had promised her that tonight would be a very special evening. The two had known each other for a year, but they had never been on an actual date until this evening.
By Cindy Calder5 years ago in Fiction
