short story

Leaving
There weren't any keys left to return. None of the doors locked, and only one of them could actually latch closed. The propane tank had never been filled, and the water had frozen solid last month.
By Yess Bryce4 years ago in Earth
The Life of a Housefly
A Housefly rests on the cold, tiled surface of a kitchen floor. Its life has been short, and it is ending now. In its last moments, the Housefly is full of resentment. The world all around it is bright and full of life, and it is all too aware of the brevity of its own existence. The plants on the windowsill are a vibrant green, the birds outside are jarringly loud, and even the impossibly old and brilliant sun seemed to look down on the Housefly with its billions of years of life and laugh.
By Anna Maria Barrett4 years ago in Earth
A listening
Eye of the aerial, batting it’s pristine awareness on the silver and red corral that lace her fingers. Her hands holding a spirit as old as the red dirt she missed as a child. Her nerve endings and new beginnings wearing a skin as young as the 28th spring. The bones of Poca hear the drops of verity before the canals of her listening could absorb such light. Light is information. Light is energy. Light is what light isn’t too. Trickling down from the blue ceiling, everything inside her becomes still, as the glass on a frozen lake lay placidly, as if there were no such creation of time nor pace, at least when a message is finding its place in her bones, in her wake. As if her blood halts it’s sacred dance and her breath holds sentient space for the unnerving importance of what her Creator might whisper. Spirit has no planner. Spirit defies logic. Spirit knows better than to cap a housing where a ceiling is impermissible.. For the fire we wake to and the lantern we sleep with are the signs of dawn and dusk for only the earthly plane. “Sanity for the mind” claims she. Poca has always detected the space that exists beyond the parameters of time– behind the bell at lunch and the confines of numbers, behind the alarm of her brother's phone that tells his brain he mustn’t rest another second out of fear for another man gaining what his rest aimed to offer, behind the ticking of a clock and the conditioning of a watch to do and to say, to begin your day’s doings and unbecomings, behind the Sun and it’s respectful descent for the day. Ungoverned by this manmade structure, she waits.
By Brianna Garcia 4 years ago in Earth
Waves In Time
Waves In Time By: Raphael Simon Late one evening in the darkness, a glow was visible in the working area of the oceanographic institute offices, all the lights were off except for the two fluorescent lights casting beams over a sea of cubicles. The light faded out into what could have been an infinite number of neat rows but the ones at the center were bright and clear standing out like a bacon in the darkness, a young man who snuck into the facility that night sat with his head hunched and contorted stretched out in a position as if to be almost inside of the computer screen he is gazing at with nervous anticipation. The only sound that can be heard is the clatter of the key board at a frantic rate while one leg was pumping up and down and his glass of water next to his mouse pad, ripples were fighting with each other back and forth from the vibration of the two independent sources of motion. You see this seemingly insignificant computer geek is about to launch a program that will literally change the human condition in ways this programmer could not even begin to realize.
By Raphael Simon4 years ago in Earth
Saying "Yes" to Adventure
Jordan rushes into the cafe. I am wiping down the corner table just about to wrap up my shift for the day. “Emily, I just had the most amazing idea!” She gasps to catch her breath. “Want to come with me to Tanzania to climb Mount Kilimanjaro?” I look at her and laugh.
By Emily Olson4 years ago in Earth
Natures band
A soothing breeze had accompanied the night, gliding across the country side. Swiftly making its way through trees, rivers and grassy fields. Leaves igniting into action, gently rustling against one another in unison. Making its way across rivers, orchestrating the water to break into ever expanding ripples. Carrying themselves in the predetermined direction and towards the field. Partnering in rhythm with blades of grass, dancing to the pre planned direction the wind had set. All uniting to create a silent orchestra, only audible to those lonely enough to hear it. Performing all over the country side until the band’s tour inevitably made its way to Anna’s home.
By Will Blunt4 years ago in Earth
Around Sunrise
You put on shoes before descending the stairs. When you open the basement door, the question marks of their tails pass by, one solid gray, one pastel orange. The brothers race up the stairs and beat you to the deck door. You open it slowly, so as not to bump their eager noses. You know it’s risky letting the cats out this early, but you tell yourself you’ll watch them. The long winter will be here soon enough; they need to enjoy the summer. You shake kibble into their bowls.
By Kozinka4 years ago in Earth
White Lotus
WHITE LOTUS Elohim had sensory overload. He had only been in India for fourteen hours and he longed for quiet. The noise, the unfamiliar language at every turn, the rumpus of color and the assault of the unfamiliar scents of Mumbai overwhelmed his usual calmness.
By Susan Barnhart4 years ago in Earth
The Hotel Ever Rest
This here, right here on this rocky outcrop, is Isami’s hotel. Isami didn’t build it but it is his. It is Isami’s hotel because all others who had taken up residency there had passed on long before.
By Eamonn Miller4 years ago in Earth
Changing Climates
Changing Climates Caroline and her father are driving down the coastline of Florida. The sky has a mixture of aquamarine blue with hints of salmon colored pink beneath the scattered clouds. It’s close to evening time and Caroline has her headphones on.
By J. Young4 years ago in Earth
On the way home
A warm breeze whipped a spray of water from the crest of the wave before it curled and crashed, spreading a glistening sheet of water across the sand. He lifted his head and caught the comforting smell of the sea, something he had lived with all of his life. He relaxed his guard for a moment, enjoying the pleasure of resting his weary body. It had been a long journey and now he was hungry, very hungry and he urgently needed to find something to eat. He dug around in the sand and amongst the stones hoping to find a morsel of food. The bright red and blue wrapper trapped under a stone caught his eye and he cautiously moved across the beach towards it. He pulled up quickly when he first saw the girl and tried desperately to get away, but he was just too tired.
By Helen Hawley4 years ago in Earth
Freedom within a Lie
Freedom within a Lie The ocean, how vast it is. The end is not seen from the beginning nor is the beginning seen from the end. Adonia reach out to touch the horizon but was unable to grasp it. The ocean is the great freedom that so many yearn for, but are never able to obtain. The wind danced through her auburn hair as she stood on the precipice longing to go out into the great abyss. The sound of the ocean was like a lullaby to her as it called her, asking her to follow it out into the great wide fortress. “What waited for me? What do I wait for?” Her heart twists and turned as the saltation of sapphire and jade colors played within her mind. The salty sea pressed hard upon her lips; she can taste it the sweetness combined with bitterness, she could taste freedom. Oh, how she knew that if she ran to what she desire she would never stop running; for one cannot truly reach that which they yearn for within their hearts. The ocean; the ocean is like a siren speaking, asking, crying, calling with softens, like one would call to a lover. Unbearable pain burned through her chest; for she knew the truth, but could not bear to believe it. “What if? What if I am wrong? What if this knowledge was not freedom but a curse? What if!” Tears fell softly from her eyes as she crumbled to the hard cold ground. She had nothing, her soul felt empty as the unknown memories rushed through her mind again. She bit her tung and clenched her eyes, “Stop it,” She whispered, but the memories continued. A face of a man she never met, a battle she never fought, a moment she never had continued. “Stop it!” She screamed. The sound of thunder broke her trance as she looked up to see dark clouds making their way to her. The wind kisses her ice-cold skin as rain drops began moistening the ground. Tears continue to roll down her cheeks, “Help me,” She muttered as she kept her eyes to sky. The ocean dances between her legs, calling her to come in, calling her to follow. She pressed her hands hard against the muddy sand as she grasped as much sand as she could in her grip. Tears continue to roll down her face as she let out a silent scream. The sensation of soft sand and cold bitter water submerges her hands and feet. “I can’t.” She whimper. Her heart and mind were torn between reality and fiction, between the truth and a lie. But which one was it? What was the lie and what was the truth? The sound of crashing filled her mind again with memories she should not have. The bitter taste of war, of fighting, of loss was almost unbearable. Tears stream faster down her checks, they refused to let up not giving in, not giving her a second of peace.” Why?” She muttered under my own sorrow. She looked up to watch a glimpse of the sun fairies shinning above the water. “I can’t do this.” She muttered as her body became limp and she fell to the cold sand. She rolled over onto her back allowing the rain to calm her mind. Slowly she began to drifted off into the land of no return.
By Brianna Gliori4 years ago in Earth