Fable
The Reed boat
Laurelle Laurelle The purple clouds blushed pink and danced till darkness met the treetops. Meet me in the morning said Laurelle, sketch me on banks of the Oslo fjord reeds inlet amongst the dried rushes. She bathed and swam and dried herself on the shoreside in glorious morning sunshine.
By Tiffany Brown, Tiffany Campbell Brown, Tiffanarty3 years ago in Fiction
Looking For Character
Outside the sun was setting piercing one’s vision with an annoying orange yellowish glare. This made a man dressed in a tweed jacket reach into his pocket for eyewear protection. Inside a café sitting in a powerful chair turning book pages found on the establishment’s library shelf the knowledgeable reference felt like royalty waiting to be bothered.
By Marc OBrien3 years ago in Fiction
Talea The Volleyball Star
It was lunchtime, Talea was eating lunch and talking to her best friend Timothy. They always ate first and then went to play on monkey bars. Today at this break it was raining, the monkey bars were wet. Talea could not go and play on monkey bars, so one of her classmates came. It was Zach and Lachlan and his volleyball team; he came over to us. They asked Timothy if he wanted to play volleyball in the shed, and Timothy said yes. Timothy asked me if I wanted to play Volleyball, and I said yes, but then Lachlan said, ‘girls can’t play volleyball.’ Then Zach agreed, and he said ‘You do not even know the rules to play this game.
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Fiction
The Real Uncensored Story of Ogopogo
Legend has it — and fake news has been trying to bury this story ever since I made a meal of one those, particular, Kelowna inhabitants — that I lurk just off the coast of Knox Mountain, in this sort of bay, a wee bit from a place called: Paul’s Tomb. It may be, for this reason, that Kelownafornians erected a sculpture of me and then promptly sank the darn thing into the water, at a depth of 25 feet. But, anyhow, it is often here, upon the side of the gorge, where the unfortunate would-be trekker might just lose his or her footing, and, quite unceremoniously, fall from the jagged ledge — and plummet into the cool, dark, waters below. Occasionally, it is here, too, that I happen to snatch one of these Kelownafornians by the ankle and swiftly drag them with me far, far, down into the depths below, whilst he or she is still squirming like spawning salmon during the month of September.
By Delusions of Grandeur 3 years ago in Fiction
MR. VIOLENCE DRACULA 3
RAPHAEL SAYS I WILL BE THERE AND HE TAKES THE INVITATION. ANTONY SAYS GOOD NIGHT SIR RAPHAEL JAMESON AND WALKS OUT THE DOOR. RAPHAEL SAYS GOOD NIGHT AND CLOSES THE DOOR. LEMORA SAYS THAT MAN IS WORSE THAN DRACULA AND RAPHAEL SAYS WHO IS HE? LEMORA SAYS I DON’T KNOW MUCH BUT I KNOW THAT ENJOYS THE BLOOD-DRINKING TOO AND I SAW HIM GIVING DRACULA ORDERS WHEN I LAST SAW HIM AND I THINK HE IS AFRAID OF HIM.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Fiction
The Seven Deck Of Hearts
Once there lived a girl named Tanisha, she was 17 years old, and a grade 11 student. Tanisha was the most intelligent girl in her school. Tanisha went to Daisy College, and she has so many friends. Sometimes Tanisha attended Ninja classes because she was so Sometimes Tanisha had nightmares about Jokers coming in her dream trapping her, and she used her ninja skills to break the magic. Other than this, Tanisha’s birthday was coming so she invited her friends to her home for her birthday party. She sends out invitations to her friends. Tanisha’s sister Anna helped her make invitation cards, and her mother prepared the food and the cake.
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Fiction
The Sweet Exchange
The hustle and bustle of the city pushed against her face in a forceful, inescapable hug. Maxine Devereux shoved her hands into her pockets, grumbling as she walked to her apartment building. Her curly black hair was styled in a neat bun, tendrils of hair framing her brown face and swaying in the wind as she moved. She turned her body just in enough time to avoid running into a food cart that was rushing to its next destination to catch its late afternoon customers.
By Troi McAdory 3 years ago in Fiction
