Holiday
A World Through Her Eyes: The Journey of Little Amara
In a quaint little hamlet, situated amidst rolling hills and a sleepy river, there lived an inquisitive young girl by chance called Ava. She was endowed with glittering amber eyes full of adventure and possessed a talent for spinning imagination into mind-blowing tales out of simple days. Yet, on one summer afternoon, feeling overwhelmed by desire to dance with the unknown; leaving behind familiar tracks of the community [her village] which she always walked on, she took to heart her venture into the forest that awaited beyond the mountains.
By Young Dreamerabout a year ago in Fiction
Danielle plans for Fig's birthday
For my 40th birthday, Fig went all out and made my day really wonderful. She had gotten me my favorite cake: chocolate gnosh. She had reserved a table at my favorite restaurant: Red Lobster, where she decorated it with balloons and my favorite flowers: tulips. She even got one of her musician friends to bring his guitar and serenade me. It was so incredible I was almost embarrassed. Well, I know that 33 isn't like the typical big numbers like 16, 21, 30, 40, 50, etcetera, but I'm going to act like it is anyway. I can't wait another 7 years for her to turn 40 before I make her feel as special and loved as she made me feel last year.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Party
The day I met Emma started like any other, but then again, my days always start the same way: a repetitive cycle of mundanity marred by the occasional oddity. This time, however, the oddity was Emma herself. I remember vividly how she appeared in the café like a burst of sunlight through a thick, gray fog.
By Eladeo Mallettabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sweet Solution
Elara slumped back onto the torn leather chair and swiped to the left. The Systems screen appeared. Error code 25642 was no longer alone; next to it, flashing bright red, was error code 999. Her stomach tightened as she began to sweat. This was disastrous. She didn’t have enough fuel to make it back.
By Jodie McMahon-Josephabout a year ago in Fiction




