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The Case of Lion and a Wolf
A long time ago, a lion and a wolf had a deep friendship and they both kept trying to surprise each other. One day the lion caught a fat goat alive and hurried to his barn to terrorize his friend the fox but when he got there his eyes were wide open in surprise because the wolf was before him. He was holding a cow.
By Mohammad Arif4 years ago in Fiction
Remembrances
In a hot room full of forced smiles and fake conversations I stand alone, haunted. Murmured voices fill my ears echoing loudly and stuffing my mind with unwelcomed thoughts. I want to lash out. Instead, I step out into the cold night air, the heat of the gathered bodies steaming off body and begin my quiet descent toward the pond on my aunt and uncle’s grounds. Thick flakes falling in the dark night absorb the sounds around me leaving only the exaggerated crunch of my feet on the snow. Hollow clops of my shoes upon the pier announce my arrival at my destination. It’s not a real pier of course. Just 20 feet of lumber jutting out on the pond’s surface.
By Corum Hayes4 years ago in Fiction
The Aura of Love
The light above us was brilliant, swirling like an iridescent butterfly coming out from its chrysalis. Vivid colors painted the sky, melting like the wax of a candle in a darkened window. Lights shone down on her face, flitting and reflecting within her muted hazel irises.
By Vonne Vantablack4 years ago in Fiction
One Down Seven
My brother and I were only 13 months apart, practically twins in the eyes of our parents. We laughed loudly and obnoxiously at the same ridiculous things. We argued mercilessly everyday, about even more ridiculous things. We even found a way to communicate with one another, with slight taps on the paper thin wall that separated our bedrooms, long past our bedtime. Every Saturday morning we tapped on the adjoining wall to determine if the other was up, and if so, how we could quietly negotiate escaping to the living room, downstairs, to watch the Saturday morning cartoon marathon. The same line-up of shows, in a particular order, helped us tell what time it was and how long we had been watching, in case our parents asked once they woke up. We never had cable, but didn’t even know what there was to miss, ‘Pepper Anne’, ‘Doug’ and ’Recess’ kept us far too entertained to care what Nickelodeon was.
By R.A. Moseley4 years ago in Fiction
Smoke, Not Blood
Rohan Bambar let out a shaky breath, drawing the collar of his jacket tighter around his neck before stuffing his hands in his pockets, clenching them in anticipation. He had been leaning against this rickety house for an hour now, watching people of all shapes and sizes enter and leave the small door frame.
By Muchtar Suryawan4 years ago in Fiction
My Father Use to Say
My father use to always say: In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth, but that’s where He fucked up. While the statement reveals much about my father’s cynical disposition, there is a veil of truth behind such smug words. That is, God created the world and he shouldn’t have. Maybe I have inherited my father’s apathy for humankind, but I’ve seen enough of life to have personal supporting evidence. My first example—as I’m sure you’re wondering—is my father. He was born in the “rough” part of New York—his words, not mine. And when I was a child, he always said that his life was hard. Being poor and the son of immigrants, he believed the America Dream was not designed for newly-turned Americans. So, he made himself like everyone else, which wasn’t surprising to hear. He had a knack for being cliche. Then again, don’t we all? He’s my first piece of evidence that God should not have created his Frankenstein—the human race—because my father is scum. Having been the worst father to walk planet earth or whatever else is the equivalent of a father in another galaxy, you’d think I would be the perfect blueprint for a villain’s origin story. But I’m fine; I have a nice job as a designer in the fashion capitol of the world: the Big Apple—doesn’t get better than that, right? I’m married to a nice lawyer, and I have a great relationship with my friends and mother. There isn’t anything wrong with me except the notion of being related to him.
By Bella Leon4 years ago in Fiction
Green Light Means Forward
MMy dear Emily, I can’t imagine what you’ve been thinking. What I have put you through, these past months, I can imagine my running off was not well received or possibly, not received at all. I need you to understand that I love you. Recently, I feel as though I may not have made that as clear as I should have. Know that, if nothing else, it does not matter who I am to anybody or what anyone thinks of me (it has taken me many years to finally build the courage to understand this) so long as you can understand that what I am does not in any way change how I feel about you or your grandmother or your father. It must be a shock, not least to you who has known little if anything of what the events from that night must have made you realize.
By Joanna Lynne4 years ago in Fiction
