Classical
The Reluctant I
The halls of Eastbrooke Manor rang with a demand of a busy clamor. Some of the aristocrats and landed gentry of the county have assembled in the estate today for a quick celebration as the plans to expand the estate’s farmland were approved and underway before the third-quarter’s rental income to be collected to Habersham Thane, Esquire of Eastbrooke Estate and father to Edea Cavendish, Arthur Thane, and Ingrid Thane.
By Omar Al-Mahmeed4 years ago in Fiction
Titanic Tango
Charlie loved to dance. Dancing on board a luxury liner took some practice. One had to learn to shift one’s weight with every pitch and roll of the ship. Now, Charlie found that his years of practicing Yoga asna were paying off. His reputation as a dance partner spread quickly, especially among the older women.
By Shamsuddin Jim Norton+*4 years ago in Fiction
Stolen innocence
The school bell rang and it was a race to go home changed into our cut off jeans, and flip- flops. We would check the fridge for snacks and off we go. On any given day you could find seven to ten kids, racing to to beach; jogging at our own pace. Once our feet hit the sands we kicked off our slippers, some would dive into the water like pelicans. We entered the water like rowdy cow-boys.
By Marcia Kernahan 4 years ago in Fiction
Last Arrest
The Police Chief found it difficult to understand the Lady Inspector's adamant stand. He tried to impress upon her that discretion is the better part of valour. Though Brinda did not appear amenable to reason, Mr. Goswami tried his best to convince her against going alone on the mission.
By Alex Trufia4 years ago in Fiction
Monday
Boy monday's are really boring. It is the start of a really long week. Maybe it will end in a spasma of more goodness. The puppy got loose today. It was running all over the lawn, looking for friends to play with. That was just something that I observed this morning. It carried me through the day as an inspriational beacon.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
A Good Wife
I wanted to make a run for the upper deck, but Eric was probably right. We never would have made it. We had seen already how they treated our class on the ship. While the luxury for the first class patrons was so apparent, we were mostly treated like baggage.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff4 years ago in Fiction
WET LETTERs
You would have a marvelling laugh if you were here right now at my expense at the kind of odd luck I have. I would also stake my life that if you had the magical ability to turn back the hands of time and repair damages done by it, you would do so in a blink of an eye but alas, you are not here and soon, neither will I.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Fiction
Nova fluctus unda vox libertatis Part 2
George was sitting at his favourite diner, in the back room at the table by the kitchen. Michael, the owner, had come to sit with him. They were enjoying their 'old man important coffee club conversation'. Current events directed the topic to the Russia-Ukraine conflict.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction



