Holiday
lucid. Content Warning.
There once was a family that had been struggling to reconnect. Arguments, silence, resentment—they had drifted apart, each locked in their own little world of pain. Hoping to mend their fractured bond, they decided to go away on a short holiday. A chance to reset. To be a family again.
By Sabrina Verwey7 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Forgotten Clock
In the sleepy town of Elderglow, nestled between rolling hills and a river that sang secrets to the stars, time had a peculiar habit of standing still. Not metaphorically, but literally. The townsfolk swore the old clock tower, perched on the edge of the square, hadn’t ticked in a century. Its hands, frozen at 3:17, cast long shadows that never shifted, as if the sun itself respected the clock’s stubborn refusal to move. The townspeople called it the Forgotten Clock, and they whispered that it held the soul of Elderglow, trapped in a moment no one could remember.
By Nauman Hassan Khan7 months ago in Fiction
May All Your Irises Be White. Content Warning.
I pissed off Amanda again. What’s new? I could never satisfy her. To be honest, I don’t even think I ever tried to. As the first child, she had to look up to me. I never had to request validation from her. But this argument was different. She wanted to partner up and move forward with the I Hate Rachel Herrmann Company. I simply could not. While the company promotes trauma recovery through the use of dark humor, I’d rather leave the more serious tasks to the professionals. Amanda believes the standard mental health treatments are corrupt and that this company will start a reform movement. She acts like Rachel Herrmann is the next Dorothea Dix. I could never have so much faith in just one person alone.
By Rachie Iris 7 months ago in Fiction
Seal rock
Finally the time had come, summer holiday time. A whole 14 days without work. I had been counting the days for many months, work wasn't going well so the break was needed. A long drive to the coast but always worth the effort. The worst part was the going home.
By ASHLEY SMITH7 months ago in Fiction
The Caroler's Gift
On a chilly December night, the streets of a town not so far from you or I lay quiet, blanketed in snow that glistened under the faint glow of street lamps. Small puffs of warm breath rose from a group of carolers huddled together on the steps of the church, laughing and shivering as they adjusted their scarves and gloves.
By Emily Albers7 months ago in Fiction
Seeing Is Believing
Joanie pulled her threadbare wool coat tighter around her as she walked, rubbing her numb, red nose with a sniff. Her feet were killing her after being on them all day, but sadly she couldn't go home yet. She still had one more shift to go. One more long, exhausting shift, to cap off the longest, most exhausting day of her life so far.
By Natalie Gray7 months ago in Fiction
Hoof Prints In The Snow!
Christmas always brings memories of my early childhood. The memories are filled with the expectations that if I am a “good little girl,” I will get that red bicycle on training wheels as well as the doll that I always wanted. I use to believed that when I awaken and dashed out of my bed they would be sitting under our cedar tree that was decorated with homemade ornaments. However, Christmas after Christmas left me disappointed again.
By Frankie Berry Wise7 months ago in Fiction
Vows Between Heartbeats
The storm arrived just past midnight. Rain tapped against the windows like impatient fingers. Thunder rolled through the sky, loud enough to rattle picture frames. But inside the small house on Maple Street, it was warm, soft-lit, and silent—except for the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor beside the bed.
By Muhammad Wisal7 months ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Same Star
In the quiet town of Elmsridge, nestled between the rolling hills and whispering forests, lived two boys—Eli and Marcus—who had been friends since the age of five. From the moment they built their first fort out of sticks and leaves in the woods behind their houses, the world seemed to exist only for the two of them.
By NIAZ Muhammad7 months ago in Fiction
