short story
Monkey, Sloth, Bull and the Temple of Love
In the oldest of times the animals were the gods. They were all beautiful and sleek and swift, and the swiftest of all was Jaguar – king of the animal gods. He was a proud king and all creatures struggled to gain his favour. Every animal found their place in his hierarchy according to their speed.
By Kurt Shean3 years ago in Earth
The Painter of the Gods
There is something about the village all abuzz with excitement that I find exhilarating, even if I am not directly involved. The crowd of men and maidens press against me as I struggle forward. For a moment, there is a break in the crowd and I half notice a movement from the corner of my eye. My hand, almost involuntarily, jerks upward and snatches a small stone from the very air and, in one fluid movement, launches it back to where it originated, smacking hard against my brother’s head. Anger contorts his face as he grips his ear, blood already trickling down his neck. Stealing myself for the expected assault, I relax as his friends start laughing. He joins in, still gripping his ear and sending me a sideways glance that lets me know that this isn’t over.
By Daniel Charles Porter3 years ago in Earth
Baahir
I push the wicker door of my bungalow open and am assaulted by the morning sun. I close my eyes and tip my head as if I were striding in to the gale. Jesus Christ, I hate mornings. Well, it isn’t so much the mornings as the fact that they are so early in the day. A clever God would have put them later in the day. Of course, he would probably discourage me going to sleep drunk every night, as well.
By Daniel Charles Porter3 years ago in Earth
There Were Three Missing
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. This picture of hope is what my mother told me she would use to cope. She cleaned for a man who was part of The Policy when I was young before my sisters were born. The window provided that small opening that she could see a place where nature had not been tortured. Where animals moved around, and birds flew in the sky. She still had hope then, still believed that things would eventually work out. I wish I could talk to her now after all that has happened.
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Earth
Beyond the Marigold
It was a cold, breezy morning on the coast. The wind whistled as the dew dripped off the leaves so carelessly falling onto the pavement. I caressed the soft leaves of the trees as I walked slowly along the hiking trail. “Deep breath in,” I say aloud, slowly exhaling while my dog sniffs a nearby tree. He lifts his leg to do his business. I take a puff, and exhale. I wait for him to finish while a hummingbird sits on a distant branch peeking out through the leaves every now and then.
By Raiya Allen 3 years ago in Earth
Gardening
Holding the potted marigold close to her chest, she sighed softly. How would she ever find love, at this rate she would end up in prison before she ever ended up in a wedding dress. Let alone have a child with someone; she wondered how people find each other. Is it destiny and everything is laid out in advance? If that was the case she should give up trying, and accept that the damn flower bed was all she would ever have.
By Yess Bryce3 years ago in Earth
The Year 2100.
An illustrious night had finally come to the moment everyone had been waiting for, the clock strikes midnight, it’s here, the almost unimaginable, year 2100. Waves and waves of people celebrate, streets filled with flashes of light bellowing from incredible firework displays, with children and pets alike in awe. But the big question is on many minds, what will the new century bring? Prosperity? Happiness? Or will the following decades become a shadow of what could have been.
By Jake Haldane3 years ago in Earth
A Glimmer of Hope
The last shark on earth swims through the ocean deep. In the twenty-second century, the ocean is unrecognizable from its former beauty. The colorful coral reefs, once teeming with thousands of marine species, are now deserted and decaying. The ocean’s surface will never gleam a dazzling blue again, now that it is littered with over 600 million tons of plastic, and the sky has become dull and gray. The world’s great oceans, after giving life to infinite marine animals for millennia, are now filthy and dying.
By Hailey Mills3 years ago in Earth