Short Story
The grass was always greener on this side
The warm breeze brushes the tall California Grass and a flock of seagulls gracefully fly by, guided by the sudden change of weather. The last solar eclipse made the seagulls hesitate about starting their migration south at the beginning of fall. They pretty much predicted the absence of food by calling the others in their flock with their screeching chilling calling while challenging the others for territory. Their heads lowering crouched up and down, like yelling at someone-their ‘mewing’ was not as often as before. Maybe the neighbours cat is around, they’re telling the others a threat is around lurking in between the bushes. I noticed in the distance, some other flocks of what I thought were more seagulls, were not.
By Chacha Jaramillo3 years ago in Fiction
Clouds of Smog.
The day started out like any other day, only it wasn't any other day. It was really far from any other day. Sure, the sun rose and the birds chirped but the sky was foggy and gray. You could see bits and pieces of ash drift through the air like rain. I should know, the roof of my house was gone. I could clearly see the not-so-clear sky directly above me as I gazed from my bedroom. Or, what used to be my bedroom...
By Vanessa R. Powell3 years ago in Fiction
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 Love3 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. Miller3 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 Perkins3 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 Markham3 years ago in Fiction
The Oasis
The desert is hot. I see mirages of water as I desperately search for food. After the World War of 2030, there was not much left on earth but dust. My ancestors have told stories - stories of a peaceful, bountiful world that was. I decide to stop my search to sit on the sand. I am exhausted from looking all day through the dust. I close my eyes and try to feel the earth. I can hear the wind and the chatter of the others in the background.
By Kathryn Willis3 years ago in Fiction
A Slow Decent Into Madness
It's 2AM and all I have to do is wait. Death comes for all of us. The problem is death doesn't announce itself or waits to be invited, it just comes whenever it chooses and then it’s over. Death doesn’t care if your ready, or if you want it to come. Most people are surprised when death comes, like they hoped death would visit them at another time or another hour. The irony that the only certainty of life is death is the only thing that makes me laugh now.
By Elizabeth Grant3 years ago in Fiction
AFFAIR OF THE HEART - A short Story
Ж ‘There’s a pleasure in pain’Ж This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to names, characters, actual persons, living or dead, places, locales or incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are purely used fictitiously. To the extent that the covers and pictures go, models and free pictures websites were used.
By Lady Lavinia Dasani3 years ago in Fiction