Magical Realism

See the Light Chapter 2 Song for the Souls Part 3
Chapter 2 Song for the Souls Part 3 Horses. I had no idea how to ride one. The thought of trying and possibly killing myself within the first ten meters crossed my mind. No, that was definitely not an option. Instead, I quickly walked through the stables, taking in the sight of the magnificent animals. Their coats gleamed, their manes long and silky. Their eyes were large and glistened with a calm, peaceful intelligence.
By Klara Nolanabout a year ago in Chapters
See the Light Chapter 2 Songs for the Souls Part 2
Chapter 2 Part 2 I used to love sewing and working with fabrics. I knew that feeling well, the familiar weight of the scissors in my hand brought back a rush of memories, though they were still clouded and vague. These tiny scissors had been my constant companion, small enough to tuck away anywhere, even in the inside pocket of my leggings. I would carry them everywhere, ready to snip a loose thread or trim a piece of fabric for a project I’d think about later. They were smaller than a tablespoon, but sharp as a needle’s point.
By Klara Nolanabout a year ago in Chapters
See the Light Chapter 2 Song for the Souls
CHAPTER 2 Part 1 The Girl Who Sings Songs for the souls, the escape, and the new beginnings. This was it—my chance to escape. As I sat on the floor of that dimly lit room, my thoughts raced, forming a plan. The first step was clear: I needed to free my hands. The bindings were strange, made from a material I couldn’t quite identify. It was tough, resilient, and yet, I was confident I could find something in this room to cut through them. I was nothing if not resourceful.
By Klara Nolanabout a year ago in Chapters
The Spotlight’s Glow. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In a cosy but cramped apartment in the heart of New York City, Sarah Mitchell, a 34-year-old widowed mother of two, stared at her reflection in the small bathroom mirror. The deep lines etched into her face told stories of sleepless nights, endless juggling of bills, and the heartbreaking loss of her husband, Tom. Yet, behind her tired eyes sparkled a relentless hope—a hope to make it as an actress.
By Jessicaabout a year ago in Chapters
The Fair Exchange - Finale
When I groggily awakened the next morning in the hotel bed, I opened the business directory to look for somewhere to eat, but instead found an advertisement for Madam Marguerite’s Palm and Tarot Card readings. My skin flushed with surprise, surely the business was Rita’s, a sudden desire to see her again reawakening the feelings revived the night before. When I arrived at her place of business, a teenage girl had me sign the guest register and took the $30 payment in cash. Something in the sparkle of her eyes when she smiled reminded me of someone, but I could not bring her to mind before the girl led me to a darkened room for the reading.
By John Coxabout a year ago in Chapters
The Fair Exchange - Part 5
We drank one more pitcher of beer, the two of them getting a little soppy before the night finally came to its awkward end. Ed gave me a bear hug and asked for my forgiveness with tears running from his eyes. I forgave them both.
By John Coxabout a year ago in Chapters
The Fair Exchange - Part 4
I awoke three days later in the hospital. On the floor above my own Joey was fighting for his life. It was Little Ed who told me about it, taking an opportunity to give me a few minutes of unfriendly attention.
By John Coxabout a year ago in Chapters
The Fair Exchange - Part 3
Driving across the bridge into Glenville revived long forgotten emotions. The old general store, Madison Avenue Grill, the Royal Theater, and so many other memorable landmarks had disappeared. In their places I saw knick-knack shops and second-hand clothing stores sitting side by side with shuttered businesses that I remembered from childhood, their dingy facades marred by graffiti and time. I had not expected to feel the loss of the home from which I once left without expectation of return but driving slowly through downtown I began to grieve what I had never grieved before.
By John Coxabout a year ago in Chapters
The Fair Exchange - Part 2
When I eventually regained consciousness, the air reeked of death and decay, the terrible stench so close at hand that it seemed to emanate from my own flesh, my limbs as stiff as if my muscles and skin had calcified to bone. With tremendous effort I finally managed to open my eyes to the faint light of individual flames moving slowly through the night, a blood moon weakly illuminating the surrounding stones.
By John Coxabout a year ago in Chapters
The Fair Exchange - Part 1. Top Story - August 2024.
Her memory pounded in my head like a feeling trying to drag me backward in time, the remembered closeness of her embrace and the wet press of her lips on mine surprising me with its intensity.
By John Coxabout a year ago in Chapters
Reaching For Tomorrow. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: An Unexpected Encounter Sophia Archer had always found solace in the rhythmic clatter of weights and the steady thrum of her treadmill at the gym. Widowed for three years, she had immersed herself in fitness as a way to cope with the grief that had settled over her life like a heavy fog. The gym was her sanctuary, a place where she could channel her emotions into physical exertion.
By Jessicaabout a year ago in Chapters
The true art of seduction
The true art of seduction: how to conquer the love of your life Seduction is an art that many people want to master. However, the true art of seduction is not about games or manipulation techniques. It’s about being authentic, confident and captivating. In this article, we’ll explore the keys to mastering the true art of seduction and winning the love of your life
By Jaime comeabout a year ago in Chapters