Humor
Calling out Jezebel
"Oh, Jezebel, oh Jezebel, we call upon thee from the bottom of the River Styx to aid us into this spell we tell..." And there they were. The popular ones. The pretty ones. The "fake" ones. The ones that wore heels and only carried purses with a name brand. Not a hair out of place. With pouty lips colored red and fingernails manicured precisely... almost as sharp and pointy as their countenance, critical remarks, and haughtiness; the lot of them, all gathered together in one clump of unadulterated, manipulating, scheming.
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Of Darkness In The Night
In the tapestry of the night, where the heavens are adorned with constellations like diamonds scattered across a velvet canvas, lies a realm of infinite mystery — the realm of darkness. The night, veiled in obsidian hues, conceals secrets that the human eye can only fathom, leaving the mind to wander through a labyrinth of imagination and wonder.
By Korey Ebrima2 years ago in Fiction
Pen & Inktober
11. Wander The ship bobbed and swayed, tostled by the ether as it bounded aimlessly across the stars. With no heading or destination in mind, Xan gazed through the window of their starcruiser as the universe flittered by. The alien creature was often struck with the affliction of wanderlust, taking to the stars at a moment's notice with so much as an Anterian goodbye. He didn't know what he was seeking, he just hoped that one day he would find it, hopefully without crashing.
By Nick Cennamo-Smith2 years ago in Fiction
Yours, Truly
All she ever dreamt of having was to get a taste of something different; anything different. A new life. A new beginning. All she's ever wanted was the taste of the type of life she's only dreamt of having. You know the one. The life where havoc was all that was known to the sole perpetrator. The life where you couldn't know whether a person was good or bad; either you trusted everyone, or trusted no one. That life. That's the life she wanted to take a bite out of. Just a taste. Just to get a feel of something... anything... different from her own.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
Unraveling the Mysteries of Area 51
Welcome to the enigmatic realm of "Unraveling the Mysteries of Area 51: From Roswell to Modern UFO Investigations." Journey with us through the annals of history, where the summer of 1947 marked the birth of a nationwide UFO craze, culminating in the infamous Roswell Incident. As we delve into the secrets of Area 51, a clandestine U.S. military facility nestled in the Nevada desert, we will explore its Cold War origins, the legacy of Bob Lazar's claims, and the peculiar events that led to the Storm Area 51 phenomenon. From the skies over Roswell to the contemporary investigations of Unidentified Aerial Phenomena (UAPs), join us on a captivating exploration of one of the world's most intriguing mysteries.
By Abhinav Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
Cookie
It was his favourite part of Friday afternoon. In the station, he could sit in peace and wait for the train that would take him away from his idiot boss, annoying coworkers, and the other problems he had with commuting into the city to earn a living. He could make it to the Wednesday – the beloved Hump Day – without wanting to punch out anyone in his office (paperwork kept him at his desk, but they knew where it was, or where he would sneak off to when he thought that they did not need him around to be annoyed with extra work). But through that Thursday…
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
