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Bouquet. Top Story - May 2023.
Petals of roses in the form of a missile rushed me and bounced off my chest. Sighs of disappointment from other single women including my friend Meredith who leapt into the air trying to catch this ensemble. Back at the bridesmaid table I rolled my eyes as Meredith’s fiancé, Lou captured the garter.
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Fiction
The Island of Skulls
The Island of Skulls was a place of legend and myth, a place that sailors spoke of in hushed tones. It was said that the island was cursed, that those who set foot on its shores would never return.
By DG MIGHTY3 years ago in Fiction
The Jester’s Mask
In the kingdom of Glimmerland, I was the court jester. My mask concealed my true identity, allowing me to poke fun at the pompous nobles. But when the queen, my secret love, discovered my secret, she laughed and kissed me. The mask melted away, revealing my face. From that day forward, I was her king, and laughter ruled the land.
By Adan3 years ago in Fiction
The legacy of J.K. Rowling and the Harry Potter franchise
J.K. Rowling and her Harry Potter franchise have had a tremendous impact on the literary and cultural world since the publication of the first book in 1997. With over 500 million copies sold worldwide, the seven-book series has become a cultural phenomenon and a staple of contemporary literature. In this essay, we will explore the legacy of J.K. Rowling and the Harry Potter franchise, analyzing their influence on literature, pop culture, and society.
By Rohan3 years ago in Fiction
Ferry Ride
“All onboard vehicle passengers are now required to shut off their engines. The ferry will be leaving Wood’s Hole in exactly ten minutes. The duration of our voyage to Oak Bluffs is just under an hour, and the weather is pristine. Thank you for choosing to sail with us today.”
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Ellie
The first leaf to fall, fell earlier than expected. The September winds hissed with pleasure, as they rippled through the maple, and cedar branches.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
The Write Way to Victory
Amidst the sea of words that flow, A writer's journey must still go, Through valleys low and mountains high, To perfect their craft and reach the sky. Writing contests await, far and wide, To help hone the writer's skill and pride, To showcase their tales and heartfelt verse, And connect with readers, better or worse. Vocal.media, Writer's Digest, and more, Offer a chance to open new doors, With writing contests throughout the year, And themes that range far and near. Poets & Writers, a haven for verse, With regular contests that quench your thirst, And Winning Writers, with contests aplenty, Free to enter, to tempt the frugal penny. Reedsy, FanStory, and Gotham Writers, A trio that sparks creative fires, With monthly or weekly contests and themes, To inspire the wordsmith's wildest dreams. From The Women's Prize for Fiction to The Bath Novel Award, These contests are more than a mere reward, With cash prizes and publishing deals in sight, And opportunities to shine in the literary light. So, writers and poets, take a chance, Enter these contests and take a stance, On the path to greatness, with pen in hand, Your journey awaits, in a faraway land. - Vivia Volupta @thepleasurepen
By The Pleasure Pen3 years ago in Fiction
Facing the Music
There was a young man named Daniel, who was blessed with immense talent. He had a natural gift for music and was a prodigy in playing the guitar. He had been playing since he was a child, and his talent had only grown with time. Everywhere he went, he left people in awe of his skills.
By DG MIGHTY3 years ago in Fiction
Death on the Shore: A Murder Mystery in the Rain
TIME: 6:36 MORNING HEAVY RAIN, Sufi put on his raincoat and headed towards the shore, a sense of foreboding settled in the pit of his stomach. The rain lashed against his face, obscuring his vision as he approached the shore.
By rahman3 years ago in Fiction
The waa waa man.
The waa waa man, constantly bringing water by the gallons and 24 oz bottles per morning faithfully just like the milkman.
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Fiction
Oranges meow.
Oranges singing out loud, Meow, meow, feed me meow mix. In a faraway land Oranges on the vines cry like cats. . . Feed me blue buffalo tasteful's.
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Fiction
Junior Year
Mia took a deep breath in and let a big sigh out, as her eyes became watery.As her hands were shaking with fear, she inched her way inside the restroom and stood right in front of the dark green stall. She said a little prayer in her head and push her way inside the stall.
By L.I.E3 years ago in Fiction