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Rampion
"I can't go again, Gertrud, no matter what you think the babe wants." He avoided looking into the eyes of his wife, who was stretched out on their bed, her mound of a belly pulling the fabric of her dress tight.
By Kari McLeese4 years ago in Fiction
How one night in Africa’s New York City changed everything
I was so not ready for something I had always wanted. Leaving behind the amenity of a secure job along the countries Red Sea. Now, with very little to my name I was due to set off alone. "It's just you and me again," I say with melancholy to my reflection in the mirror. Only to crack a smile when realizing how ridiculous that looked.
By Amelia Michels4 years ago in Fiction
Two Travelers' Journals
Two Travelers’ Journals Record of Traveler Elliott, Liminalis Pathfinder | I’ve fallen in with a band of young valley folk, from what I can gather dispersed en masse from the settlement that is their home. I’d place them mostly in their early twenties, and at the limit of my discernment they go to some place or are in search of some collective achievement, then home again. Their words have come surprisingly easy to me. The transit’s drain on my animus and its substrate wire is, it seems, immediately evident.
By Pete Marquardt4 years ago in Fiction
What if
What if If i walk up to you today and i said “hello I’m god !” “what would you say ?” She/he is weird? “Who are you really ?” or “what do you want? “
By Janay 4 years ago in Fiction
Squid Game
It's the TV sensation of the season. At least, that's how Netflix has positioned Squid Game, the dystopian thriller from screenwriter and director Hwang Dong-hyuk that has become the most-watched Netflix original series of all time. The streaming giant only shares your data voluntarily and, in any case, has the power to put any series it wants on the landing pages of its millions of subscribers; If a normal television network had that kind of power, we would have had many more seasons of Cop Rock. But, not surprisingly, the first episode of The Squid Game is about blind trust (although this kind of trust does no one any good). Are you rewarding our confidence with a series worth watching?
By Sherlyn Harris4 years ago in Fiction
A New Tale
Like spokes jutting out of a wheel of life and starting to turn haphazardly, a newer yet older type of "path-work," set into life. Not from any union of people but from a few motivations that were spiritually lower.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle4 years ago in Fiction
The Hanging of Elmer Ford
“You couldn’t know Elmer’s nature,” Sam allowed. “Elmer was never a standup neighbor. Yet it’s going to pain me to have to hang him.”
By Charles Turner4 years ago in Fiction
Tender Ache
When she thinks back to her childhood it’s of vivid moments, fragmented memories, and spending time waiting for things to be over.
By Christine Hollermann4 years ago in Fiction
The Rushing River
Sharing a little nature to refresh and invigorate … such powerful energy and atmosphere created in this special place. It’s one of our favourites in the region and we come back often and take in its gifts in all the seasons 😎
By Jeffrey Kippel4 years ago in Fiction
Diary of a Scarlet Macaw
Day 1 Humans are still destroying our rainforest. It is them that have caused most of the devastation of our population. That's what I have been told, and well, I kinda already knew about this. You see I do have eyes and my short white feathers that surround them illuminate the pale yellow color of my beautiful eyes. I am formidably strong and intelligent. My only wish was for the humans to leave us alone. One day I shall have to protect the younger ones too if we are not all hunted for our plumage, meat or worse still kidnapped and kept by humans as exotic pets.
By SOPOETIC4 years ago in Fiction
The Bright Side of Cali
It had been an extremely long time since I felt like this. After my mom died of cancer, I quit my job, sold my house and moved to California. We were from a small town in Wisconsin and she had me in highschool; she never had a chance to fulfill any of her dreams. My father died in a car accident a week after I was born so my mom spent most of her time working different 9-5 jobs trying to provide for us. We lived in a small town but all I ever heard her talk about was how she wished she could have gone to California and pursued her acting dreams. Although I have no desire to be an actor, I figured in honor of my mom, I could give it a try.
By Xel4 years ago in Fiction
Blue Skies. Black Death
Prologue Present The perfect backdrop. A glorious evening with the setting sun and the rising moon vying for position in the sky, twilight just breaking. That hazy time between day and night. The skies coming alive with vibrant pinks and reds, seamlessly melding into gentle hues of blue. Snow-capped peaks of the White Mountains were just barely visible on the distant horizon. Trees alive with the effervescent colors of autumn. Nature’s work of art on an ever-changing canvas.
By Ana Steele4 years ago in Fiction