short story
under Stone Moon
Clouds are forming like November spider silk. Webbed into grey waves, like Pacific surf crossed with arctic tundra. You’re soaring, seeing ribbed stratocumulus from above. You’re looking down upon them. I’m a small little one, wedged cozily between your feathers. Small enough that you barely notice me. We feel both small and large-
By Rebecca Canright4 years ago in Earth
Twin's Telling
My identical twin sister and I have always shared experiences that are completely unexplainable. My mother tells us of many incidents, like when we were both learning to walk. I was toddling around and stood up underneath a high chair and bonked my head. My mom testifies that I didn’t blink or cry at all but my twin was in the other room and instantly screamed out and began crying. Mom also said that since we could communicate that we had our own language between us. Mom said we would shut our bedroom door and not allow her in. She said she was always following us around and observing us, that we were so different than other children and our older brother.
By Lisa Colombe4 years ago in Earth
What remains of Her... (And us.)
It’s one thing to think about the future, and another to live it, I think. Should I explain that one? I suppose so. It’s about the year 2056, and the Earth is gone. For Us. It’s still there of course, the requisite 5 million years haven’t passed for the Sun in our Solar System to go supernova and truly swallow the planet whole.
By Keith Tanu4 years ago in Earth
Life 101: Cigarettes, Moonlight and Drama
Whoah...... s***!.....the whoosh from the wing flap flipped my hair up, I swear, the wing swept inches in front of my face and upwards at once...she must have been trying to catch something on the ground... didn’t she see me standing here?
By Kristin Ellis4 years ago in Earth
Soul Set Loose
The kinship entered into the villas interior. Around the central garden, five stories opened upward like giant steps of a pyramid, and each held a terrace as the architecture receded before the rising garden. Sweeping backward as the ceiling revealed open sky on each of the four sides, the sight of draped mosses refreshed Echecrates, ever since the days of his youth. The tiered terraces let sunlight in through the clear plexiglass dome above. A dome that would soon open as winter approached its end. For now, layers of additional sheeting extended from each terrace, creating a collage of coloured streaks as the 6 layer bubble kept in pockets of warm air.
By Warren Peidl4 years ago in Earth
Nin Ninna
*ACT 1* Leaving North Carolina to start a new life in Missouri seemed like my only choice at the time. Robin, my oldest, was still in middle school, Sofia was just a few months old and Jay, my middle child still had asthma then, and a lurking congenital defect that would show its ugly face the very next year.
By *LILIAN BLU*4 years ago in Earth
Barn Owl
I was stuck. In between a rock and a ridged place. I was prey to great eyes that scanned my environment. Writhing to peel myself away from my plight. Lungs burning from exertion. Above, she lurked. I could hear the scratching on the beam about me as she paced. Those eyes. I knew those huge dark eyes would be watching. I knew she would be listening for my breath, for my squirm.
By Rohann Chas Coffey4 years ago in Earth
The Lair of the Baobhan Sith
There isn't much of the supernatural in the Scottish Highlands, but for the baobhan sith. Much like a banshee and vampire mixed, but is actually a dark fae, the baobhan sith is always a woman. She makes her home in the moors and swamps, drifting near enough to civilization to eat at night, calling out to those who taste of blood. Her hooves crunch the bones of the devoured, wayward souls that litter the Highland moors. On April 15, 1743, the trees fade into open grassland as the sun sinks below the horizon. A white and brown barn owl flies overhead, searching for it's dinner.
By DarkRandall4 years ago in Earth
