Mystery
Rustle, Oklahoma
I had just finished the sermon and was cleaning up. Dust swirled in the sunlight shining down past the beams. The light becoming different colors as it met the stained glass of the church. The members of my flock have left bibles and pamphlets behind, and kids left their toys on the benches. I’ll keep the toys just in case they return for them or if they come back next Saturday. The bibles I placed back into their cubbies on the back of each bench.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Blackbird Fly Chapter Eight
The Flight Academy "Mr. Amsbury, what inspires you to become a pilot?" "Thank you for asking, Miss Herschel. From a young age, I have had a fascination with flying. In grade school, I would sit on the lunch benches and watch the birds as they flew from the sky, beating their wings slowly with a full range of motion as they would gracefully land on the tabletops scouting around for food. I knew I wanted to be part of that world, gliding gracefully in the sky, feeling free, kissing the clouds."
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Chapters
UP The Down Staircase
I shall now narrate a tale of someone who is me, yet not me! All my life, as long as I can remember, I have had the same recurring dream, or nightmare, depending on one's interpretation of the events. I would happily arrive with my parents, who were not my real parents, but my dream parents, at the dark, foreboding, yet starkly beautiful house built on a vast expanse of land. We would somehow arrive at the front door, it would open and my slightly aging, still strikingly beautiful dream aunt would walk hurriedly out, smiling broadly and enveloping us into her warm and welcoming hugs. Her silver-grey hair floated down her shoulders freely, with no restraint or apology, giving her an air of quiet grace and poise as she urgently ushered us her into her home.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Chapters
Theo's Sweet-tooth
Chapter One Miss Ulla, despite needing help, refused it. She had lived in her small Swedish village for ninety-two years and wasn't about to leave the house she was born in for an elderly care facility; in fact she would only allow people to leave notes or food on her back porch. The postwoman made one exception for Ulla, that being leaving her mail just inside the mud room door under a weighty stone. The trash collector often skipped her as she rarely threw anything away. In fact, other than a local hunter, Theo, she had not been seen by anyone is the last five or so years.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Chapters
Fractured Reality: Chapter 2
In the heart of the laboratory, bathed in the gentle glow of humming machinery, Dr. Eleanor Harper meticulously prepared the Dreamcatcher for its next venture into the uncharted territories of dreams. The air buzzed with anticipation, the trio—Eleanor, Cipher, and Lily—gathered around the sleek apparatus that held the key to unlocking the secrets of the collective subconscious.
By asdasd asd2 years ago in Chapters
Fractured Reality
Dr. Eleanor Harper navigated the hallowed halls of her laboratory, a sanctum pulsating with the energy of scientific revelation. At thirty-five, she carried the weight of intellect in every stride, a woman on the precipice of an uncharted frontier. Raven hair, kissed by strands of silver, framed a face etched with the lines of ceaseless curiosity. A lab coat, stained by the echoes of experimentation, draped over her shoulders, and stylish glasses perched on her nose. Eleanor's quest in neuroscience had birthed the Dreamcatcher, a device poised to redefine humanity's communion with dreams.
By asdasd asd2 years ago in Chapters
