Fable
All Things Must Pass
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Rebecca dreamed of a world of eternal sunset. The time of day where every colour is saturated. Every ocean mirroring a sky so full of the richest hues, mimicking liquid gold. A world where horizons are ablaze with a constant firey glow, and clouds you could swear were made of pink cotton candy. You’d never be in need of that metaphorical pair of rose coloured glasses. Life would always be peachy.
By Jessie Giguere3 years ago in Fiction
Limericked
Introduction We survived the plague of haiku, but only just. It seemed everyone was affected, and haiku were everywhere. Still, with careful action, society seemed to be returning to normal, or that seemed to be until rumours were heard of a new deadly addictive drug.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
An encounter with mercy
A long time ago, Ali had found himself lost, desolate and trapped in the confines of a cold, dark prison cell. Boredom wasn’t stillness; boredom was sameness. Ali’s life had become an infinite stream of cyclical monotony; no day was any different from the other, and there was no prospect that the day after would differ from the last. Ali craved stimulus, even of the adverse kind. For even conflict would inject some life into him, and resuscitate the purpose of his remaining years.
By Ramin Hoodeh3 years ago in Fiction
Pitra
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The sea bubbled and roiled in appreciation of the show and often joined the choreography with its own ebb and flow. Sometimes the clouds would kiss the water, and the waves would laugh spraying mist into the sky, creating a rainbow of delight. It was plain to see that they all loved one another.
By S.J. Frederick3 years ago in Fiction
