A. J. Schoenfeld
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I only write about the real world. But if you look close enough, you'll see there's magic hiding in plain sight everywhere.
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Secret Knock. Content Warning.
Rap. Tap. Rappity-tappity-tap. Rap. Tap. Caleb freezes at the all too familiar sound. He knows that knock. That is no knock of a stranger or a friendly neighbor popping by to introduce themselves. That knock does not belong here on his new door, in this new town, or in this world. That knock should have died that night along with everything else.
By A. J. Schoenfeld3 months ago in Fiction
Night Terrors. Runner-Up in The Shape of the Thing Challenge.
She announced her presence with a whisper and a wail, dragging me from my sleep. Frozen in terror, I watched her climb atop my bed, straddling my torso, pinning me to the mattress with her thighs. Draped in darkness and dripping with devastating beauty, she captivated me. Despite the fear that clutched my pounding heart, I could not tear my gaze away from her stunning lavender eyes glowing against her alabaster skin and framed by luxurious cascading black locks. Somehow I knew that before me loomed the embodiment of both beauty and death. I wanted to run from and surrender to her all at once.
By A. J. Schoenfeld4 months ago in Fiction
An August Aria. Top Story - August 2025.
The sun was dipping low, stretching its light out in a giant yawn that splashed the sky with vibrant fuchsia as it pulled the cover of the mountains over its head. The color caught my eye, stirring something in the back of my heart, a forgotten passion tugging at my cobwebbed mind. I watched the pink fade into deep purple and the gears in my brain began to speak, narrating what I was seeing with the flowery language I once used to build my now abandoned worlds. My fingers started to twitch, eager to dance across the keyboard.
By A. J. Schoenfeld5 months ago in Fiction
God's Garden
Someone recently offered me a soapbox upon which I could stand and shout my message for all to hear. I stood there, awkwardly holding my brass bell, staring at the crowds of people gathered to listen. A thousand thoughts flew through my head. I had only one chance to share with everyone one thing, one message, one thought that burned deep in my soul.
By A. J. Schoenfeld5 months ago in Humans
