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Whisper of the witches
“In the whispering woods, 'neath the silver moon's glow, A sister lies ailing, her spirit sinking low. With hearts intertwined, a coven takes flight,
By Sidra Anjum2 years ago in Fiction
"Secrets of the Mystery Gully: Amelia's Uncommon Excursion into the Unexplored World"
Chapter 7: The Forge of Destiny Elysia's way driven her to the edge of a ruined no man's land known as the Burned Fields. The air was weighty with heat, and the ground broke underneath her feet. The remainders of a once-flourishing human progress lay dispersed, an obvious indication of the decimation that had occurred for this land.
By home doctor2 years ago in Fiction
TN-421
For the past nine hours, Exio Sil and his skeleton crew of three, have been poorly navigating the unorthodox terrain of space beyond the fringes of the outer rim, trying to track down the rumors of a murderous Sith practitioner hiding out among the deep stars.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Loud Silence
Divya and Anand lived as a couple, their marriage of twelve years cloaked in an unspoken and regretful sadness that hung in the air like a heavy fog. They had shared the same four walls, yet silence between them was louder than any argument they had ever had. The once-happy Hindu couple found themselves in the hollow depths of an unhappy and unfulfilling marriage. They were bound together by societal norms, but the embers of their fierce love had long faded into a mournful silence.
By Sidra Anjum2 years ago in Fiction
mistify
"Will you just stop shouting at me? I can't think!" Serena was trying to read details on her phone as her husband, Sean continued to bellow beside her.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
stormrent
The clouds were building and were one rub off a rumble. Static vibrated the air and the cat was jittery, pacing across the rug but then careering at speed, eyes wide, tail bushy, tail-end jerking differently to its head, making it contort.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Glintmorph of the Forgotten Key. Content Warning.
Word: Glint morph Definition: Glint morph (noun) - The fleeting transformation of a mundane object into a source of profound beauty, usually due to the interplay of light and shadows.
By Rasheed Allen2 years ago in Fiction
Automonecsis
“Automonecsis.” The teacher stood in front of the chalkboard with the word spelled out in large letters. “Is a disease that can infect any living thing, from plants to people. It is a self-generating, self-propelling death to the cells and it is, so far, one of the most difficult diseases to cure.” He turned to face the class he was teaching and pointed at a girl who didn’t seem to be paying attention.
By A.E. Falls2 years ago in Fiction
Mermaids: From Ancient Myths to Modern Inspiration
Introduction The vast expanse of the oceans has always been a source of wonder and mystery for humanity. In the heart of this enigmatic realm lies a creature that has captured the human imagination for centuries – the mermaid. Stories of mermaids, or sea maidens, are as old as civilization itself. But are these enchanting beings of the deep real, or are they merely products of folklore and creative imagination? In this article, we embark on a journey to explore the origins, cultural significance, and the enduring allure of mermaids, deciphering the age-old question: are sea mermaids real?
By Kobra2 years ago in Fiction
Shackabomble
Stephanie hurdled into the cinema. "My brother was in a car accident. He was driving and a meth head ran him off the road but the police thought it was his fault and he was arrested. Luckily someone saw the other driver smoking a pipe earlier and they let Jacob go." Everyone else in the group huddled around Stephanie, hugging and consoling her. Everyone except myself and Ricky. 10 years I'd been hearing her bullshit stories. She didn't even have a brother called Jacob. I'd lost count of how many siblings she'd invented over the years. 12 by my count. In a three bedroom house where her grandmother also lived (actually - not by her delusional mind). I was fucking done. All of these lies designed to make people feel sorry for her middle class life with a father, grandmother and actual brother who loved her. "Shackabomble," I said, quietly at first. Everyone stopped talking. "What?" Stephanie said uncertainly. "Shackabomble. Shackabomble. SHACKABOMBLE." I got progressively louder with each Shackabomble. She could see the anger in my eyes as I advanced upon her, sending our friends scattering. She stepped back with each of my steps. "Shackabomble, bitch," I demanded. "Okay," she conceded. "Dad had to drop Eugene [her actual brother] at soccer practice." Everyone stared between us. The power had shifted. Finally someone had called her out. Ricky, a family friend of Stephanie's who also knew the truth, grinned at me. At last. Someone had called her out. Check mate, fucker.
By Renessa Norton2 years ago in Fiction
Chaos on The Tobin
Boston, MA | Tobin Bridge Swaying in the wind, while balancing the balls of his feet on the icy railing, sirens and horns screamed in a symphony behind him. His right hand was frozen to an adjacent rail while he reached out with his left, spreading his fingers as wide as they could stretch. His eyes were glued shut while he was mumbled under his breath, repeating the same mantra over and over. This wasn’t a form of prayer, this was closer to a summoning, or a sacrificial offering. Tattooed in the center of this left palm, was a lily sprouting from three flames.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Marranzano. Content Warning.
Canicatti, Sicily | July 6th, 1943 The third beer tasted far better than the first two. He contemplated ordering a fourth, but he knew that if he got drunk, his fingers would tremble too heavily to be able to successfully replace the reed on Giovi’s marranzano.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction