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A Heart with a Name
Flight. The small, shimmering keepsake had experienced flight in a way that it’s inanimate body could never comprehend. The thrust such a tiny object would need to be thrown a small distance was vastly over-compensated by the mixture of emotions that scaled from pain to anger. The tiny object sailed through the air, it’s chain glistening in the sunlight, the reflecting light giving off an illusion of hope despite the feelings of loneliness that were to befall it’s previous owner.
By L.S. Niceli5 years ago in Fiction
No Place Like Dome
The smooth ride on the tram took me up above the city streets, sharing cars, buildings, and the dome beyond the city limits. The lighting presented to be a bright, sunny day as it projected it across the city. A lie however as I looked at the highlight on my phone. An advertisement to see the massive sandstorm that raged outside. A scoff came out as I deleted the notification.
By Mychaila A. Rose5 years ago in Fiction
Saving Jacob
Lilith stared out the kitchen window absently running her fingers along the chain of her necklace. She was watching two young neighbor boys chase each other in the adjacent yard firing toy cap guns at one another. It had been three weeks since Andrew’s funeral. Her beloved boy. Her first born. Even the best morticians in the metropolitan area couldn’t reconstruct his face so they could have an open casket. Her poor, sweet Andrew.
By Haleigh Overseth5 years ago in Fiction
Aftermath
Aftermath Author: Matthew Cooper Clare sat by a small fire, enough to keep her warm but not enough to attract too much attention. She nervously fiddles with her necklace which is the last physical memory that she has of her mom. Her mom gave her the necklace on her tenth birthday because, in her family, the first double-digit birthday was seen as a sign of growing into an adult. It was a beautiful heart-shaped locket that sparkled in the sun. Clare had come from a low-income family, so the necklace was probably inexpensive, but it now takes her back to a better time. While she fiddles with it, she is also trying to wipe the dust and dirt off to see some resemblance of what the necklace used to look like. She often wonders if her mother dying in the rioting was a better way to go than be alive today.
By Matthew Cooper5 years ago in Fiction
The Pale White House With a Red Brimmed Door.
When I was younger, I lived on my reservation. It was just on an offshoot of it less than a quarter of a mile away from some white town called Cutbank. As a child, I couldn’t really distinguish the difference between the two but I’m sure any adult from Cutbank could, and did. It was nice though, a lot of what I can remember at least. Going back to visit now is always strange seeing just how much things have changed for better and worse. I used to live in this house in the center of the offshoot called Seville. It wasn’t a very big place at all, Probably no more than 40 houses making up this area. It is some strange cul-de-sac-like place with an island in the middle with houses shooting out. I lived there, on the island, in the center of it all. It was like I was the sun of this little solar system. Just across the street, and I mean directly across, is what always had my mind in a bind.
By Violet March5 years ago in Fiction
The Actress
Introduction: This bedtime story, The Actress, was originally written for my two daughters, both pre-schoolers at the time. A year or so later, I put it, along with three poems, into two file binders, one for each of my daughters to have. A few months ago, a half century later, my daughter found her copy and read it aloud to her husband and reminded me of what it had meant to her. I share with you my daughter’s copy of ---
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Days
Lily was playing with her reflection. There was no mirror she could see - there was nothing but flowers and trees in the garden - but the image wore the same dress as her, had the same dark brown eyes, the same black curly hair - even had the exact same shade of brown skin as Lily’s. She made funny faces at her reflection and watched it laugh as it made them back.
By Tytiana Browne5 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Souls (Short Story)
Hello, my name is Elaine Kali and I have special abilities. When I was ten years old the U.S. Government took me away from my family, my home, and my only friend, Malakai Thanatos. I was scared and confused at the time. They told me that they’ve been watching me for several years. Everything I’ve done and said, they already knew. They were like the super-secret stalkers of all time, but in reality they were just secret service agents.
By Khaliah Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #37 continuing on with the ghost tour
Ralph begins walking again, darkness surrounding him every step of the way. Still stuck at the end of the line, you pray there isn’t another door ahead. Too late! The squeak of a door in front of you sounds. Reaching for Jordan arm just for some form of security, you feel something sneaking up close behind you. So close you can feel it wrapping itself around your left ankle, jumping straight up, letting out a high-pitched scream you never thought was ever possible.
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
“WOOOOOOO!!!”
John and his wife Mary lived on a small, quiet fishing lake with only a few other houses around them. They were in their early 60s, retired, and loved nature. The small house was perfect for them, plus it had an extra bedroom and a big yard for when their kids brought the grandkids. John’s passion in life was fishing. Every night he went out on the lake to fish and then the next day him and Mary would spend hours cooking the fish. They were living the life.
By Austin Blessing-Nelson (Blessing)5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #10 Native Lands
Once crossing the threshold into the Sacred Native Lands everything around you now feels different; a good, peaceful and calm feeling. You immediately start absorbing energy around you, giving you a form of rejuvenation within your soul. As though being lifted to a higher form of spirituality, a better understanding of all living things.
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
