The old man lived alone in a small cottage on the edge of the forest. He spent his days weaving intricate tapestries with threads of gold and silver. One night, as he drifted off to sleep, he heard a faint whisper coming from his loom. The next morning, he woke to find a beautiful dragonfly perched on the edge of the tapestry. To his surprise, the dragonfly spoke, asking him to weave a new tapestry that would transport them both to a magical realm. And so, the old man worked tirelessly, stitching together a masterpiece that would change his life forever.
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Rage
Content Warning: Domestic Violence, Assault Rage D. A. Ratliff “Who did this?” My voice echoed through the house. All I wanted was a cup of tea, but one of the twins, running through the house like maniacs, knocked it over. My nerves tingled, and every muscle in my body felt coiled like a spring. Survival seemed out of reach.
By D. A. Ratliff6 days ago in Fiction
The Confrontation, Saturday, September 24th, 2011
“Toby’s dad is ‘it’,” called one of the neighborhood boys at the park. Anton was enjoying his weekly Saturday game of tag with Toby and the neighborhood kids at the local park. The park’s large, grassy area was rarely mowed and riddled with weeds. Random garbage and the occasional pile of dog feces dotted the landscape. In the center of the park was a circular area of old, red mulch with a rust, brown jungle gym in its center. On the side adjacent from each other were two equally deteriorated, brown swing sets. The children used one of the swing sets, while the other set only had one swing left. That individual swing was used by the local drug dealer as a one stop shop for a variety of illegal drugs. He monopolized that spot for a majority of each day.
By Anton Mathias Heft 7 days ago in Fiction
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