short story

Baahir
I push the wicker door of my bungalow open and am assaulted by the morning sun. I close my eyes and tip my head as if I were striding in to the gale. Jesus Christ, I hate mornings. Well, it isn’t so much the mornings as the fact that they are so early in the day. A clever God would have put them later in the day. Of course, he would probably discourage me going to sleep drunk every night, as well.
By Daniel Charles Porter5 years ago in Earth
Hope After The Storm
On one brightened afternoon in the middle of spring, a man of humbleness and humility named Neville, was in his back garden feeding and tending to his glaringly coloured, ravishing plants.
By CJ Enterprise5 years ago in Earth
Beyond the Marigold
It was a cold, breezy morning on the coast. The wind whistled as the dew dripped off the leaves so carelessly falling onto the pavement. I caressed the soft leaves of the trees as I walked slowly along the hiking trail. “Deep breath in,” I say aloud, slowly exhaling while my dog sniffs a nearby tree. He lifts his leg to do his business. I take a puff, and exhale. I wait for him to finish while a hummingbird sits on a distant branch peeking out through the leaves every now and then.
By Raiya Allen 5 years ago in Earth
Alan, Steve, and the homeless bear.
It is a warm sunny day, a bright blue sky with the odd cloud spread out like the last few mouthfuls of cotton candy. The grass is a gorgeous green and all the trees dance in the breeze as they try to touch the sky above. On a park bench by the footpath sits Polar Bear, wearing a dirty bomber jacket and a worn-out cap. He is slouched back against the bench, gazing longingly across the footpath at a marigold flower beneath an ancient oak tree.
By Janon5 years ago in Earth
Gardening
Holding the potted marigold close to her chest, she sighed softly. How would she ever find love, at this rate she would end up in prison before she ever ended up in a wedding dress. Let alone have a child with someone; she wondered how people find each other. Is it destiny and everything is laid out in advance? If that was the case she should give up trying, and accept that the damn flower bed was all she would ever have.
By Yess Bryce5 years ago in Earth
The Year 2100.
An illustrious night had finally come to the moment everyone had been waiting for, the clock strikes midnight, it’s here, the almost unimaginable, year 2100. Waves and waves of people celebrate, streets filled with flashes of light bellowing from incredible firework displays, with children and pets alike in awe. But the big question is on many minds, what will the new century bring? Prosperity? Happiness? Or will the following decades become a shadow of what could have been.
By Jake Haldane5 years ago in Earth
Marigold
Marigold Written by Kym Davies As I walked out into the blinding light, I felt a moment of peace. Beauty is all I have, and the sun was a glorious reflection of the dark hole in my chest.
By Kym Martine Bird5 years ago in Earth
A Glimmer of Hope
The last shark on earth swims through the ocean deep. In the twenty-second century, the ocean is unrecognizable from its former beauty. The colorful coral reefs, once teeming with thousands of marine species, are now deserted and decaying. The ocean’s surface will never gleam a dazzling blue again, now that it is littered with over 600 million tons of plastic, and the sky has become dull and gray. The world’s great oceans, after giving life to infinite marine animals for millennia, are now filthy and dying.
By Hailey Mills5 years ago in Earth
Unknown
The shapeless dark hues of blue and violet in the distance sent Sarah’s imagination into overdrive visualising what could be lurking in the deep, watching. Rock formations in the distance, faintly illuminated by her dive torch played tricks on her mind. She would often run wild with her imagination on these deep dives she does for her research on sperm whales. Running with thoughts like if the coelacanths which were thought long extinct, aren’t, is there any other thought to be extinct species hiding down in the Gulf of Mexico?
By Bradley Knight 5 years ago in Earth
Bebe, Baba, and the Bunch
There he was...sitting there, looking so cute and adorable. I came to this same spot regularly, but I never noticed him before. Was he a local? Perhaps he had come here before but I just didn’t notice him. I wanted to introduce myself but I was busy and he seemed a bit distracted. Maybe I would see him tomorrow.
By Veronica Wanzer5 years ago in Earth
Shawn the Shark
Shawn was preparing for his first summer trip across the ocean by himself. Daddy and Mommy Shark swam up to Shawn to see how he was feeling.
By Zachary D. Sajdera5 years ago in Earth
The Cloudy Pacific
The California dream is a golden coastline, glorious water and stress-free living. Only one of those things is true. I found myself desperately missing home as my toes anchored me to the Malibu shoreline. Was this it? Violent, cloudy water? The drive to Will Rogers Beach from my Echo Park apartment had me melting like a popsicle in the driver's seat of my CRV; but somewhere along the Pacific Coast Highway the seasons magically transformed and suddenly it was winter in the dead of July.
By Christy bradley5 years ago in Earth