Fantasy
Rebirth
The pounding on my door was rushed and desperate. I let out a deep sigh, finished off my wine glass and opened the door to my sisters. They were carrying a limp man, on holding his feet and one his arms. I stepped to the side and let them in. They shuffled in and dropped him on the living room floor. I flinched seeing his head bounce on the carpet. “There had to be a better way to do that,” I said.
By Imani Walton4 months ago in Fiction
Cry in the Water Part 7
The three stood there breathing hard, the only light in the hall coming down from slit windows, filtering thorough the dust they had kicked up in the rush of feet, looking like long gently draped curtains whispering against the floor. Looking beyond, they could vaguely see the long shape of a table, and benches on either side. Above, fragments of old tapestry that lined the walls wavered gently on softly moving air, their tattered remains hanging by threads through the long years.
By Jamye Sharp4 months ago in Fiction
Ditched and Cleaned
In the morning after the botched romantic night, while getting ready to go to work, Brad said to Emily, “Babe, I’m so sorry about yesterday. I should have told you about the allergy. I just thought that since it’s so rare and I never buy anything with rosehip I didn’t really need to.”
By Lana V Lynx4 months ago in Fiction
Some Rooms Are Best Forgotten
In 1989 on the Kola Peninsula of Russia. at the Kola Superdeep Borehole a drill operated by human beings descended to a depth (40, 230 feet, approximately 7.6 miles) that had never been reached before and has not been returned to since. The humans operating the drill did not go to the bottom, the extreme heat 180°C (356°F) made that impossible. In fact, no human being has ever descended underground beyond approximately 2.5 miles. However, some equipment, including a heat hardened video camera containing a 90 minute VHS tape was lowered to the final depth. Reportedly it captured images of rock behaving something like plastic, oozing, twisting, convulsing and turning in and over on itself like the inside of a can of paint when mixed with a drill mixer. The VHS tape containing this purported footage mysteriously disappeared shortly after it was returned to the surface and only the verbal accounts of the two men who watched it survived. Those two men Sergi and Ivan Ivanov, Soviet engineers and brothers were found dead in 1992, apparently of suicide. A handwritten note was found with the bodies which contained a detailed description of the exact method that would be used. Sergi was to shoot Ivan in the head first. Then he was to gather up the various bits and pieces of his brother's skull and brain and bury them, but not his body, in an unmarked grave behind their home. Once that was complete he was to hang himself from the rafters. The police discovered them dead about a month later when their neighbors called authorities complaining of a terrible smell emanating from the Ivanov home.
By Everyday Junglist4 months ago in Fiction
You cannot teach a man anything, you can only help him discover it in himself. Galileo
Warning: Information compiled herein is a fictional work of imagination, based on selected historical and scientific facts that may have merit but are not necessarily reflective of any Druidic or religious practises.
By Katherine D. Graham4 months ago in Fiction
Taking a Moment for Peace
Taking a Moment for Peace The world feels louder than ever. Every time we turn on the television, scroll through our phones, or tune into the radio, we are met with a flood of headlines. Some tell stories of hope and progress, but far too many speak of riots, shootings, war, political conflict, natural disasters, and countless forms of unrest. It often feels like humanity is stuck in an endless cycle of crisis after crisis, and it can become overwhelming for the soul.
By Wings of Time 4 months ago in Fiction
In This Memory
That we lived in the house so long after what happened is something I'll never understand. We sealed up her room but the house itself was an altar to her presence. You couldn't walk over a creaky floorboard or see a line on a wall from one of her markers that didn't flood your mind with memories so vivid and strong it felt like a stroke. God, did we miss her.
By Wings of Time 4 months ago in Fiction
Falling for My Best Friend: A Friends-to-Lovers Romance
Chapter One – Just Friends Emma Reed and Noah Parker had been inseparable for nearly fifteen years. They met in college—Emma, a shy journalism major with messy notebooks, and Noah, a computer science student who always carried too much coffee and a grin that could disarm anyone. From day one, he made her laugh when she wanted to cry, and she grounded him when life made no sense.
By Shakespeare Jr4 months ago in Fiction
“The Silent River: A Journey of Hope and Resilience
In a small village cradled by towering mountains and wrapped in endless silence, there lived a boy whose dreams were far bigger than the world around him. He was not born with wealth, nor did he inherit gold or jewels that could ease the burdens of life. What he owned was far more precious — an unyielding hope, a heart that refused to surrender, and a resilience that seemed to grow stronger with each challenge life threw at him.
By wahdatulla4 months ago in Fiction
The Village Dreamer: How a Simple Boy’s Struggles Sparked a Brighter Tomorrow
Introduction: A Boy Beyond the Horizon In a quiet mountain village, far from the noise of cities and the glitter of wealth, there lived a boy whose life seemed too small for the dreams he carried. He had no riches, no special privileges, and no connections to powerful people. What he had were three simple possessions: an old book with yellowed pages, a half-used notebook, and a cheap pen whose ink often faded before finishing a page.
By wahdatulla4 months ago in Fiction
