Love
Raising Grace
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. While John had been there for Grace her whole life, her mother had not. She had run off shortly after birth, leaving John to care for Grace alone. John had told Grace never to go outside, the radiation was still at dangerous levels and whatever it didn’t kill, it mutated.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Best TV Shows to Watch
The manner in which we consume our media has seen a key change in perspective throughout the past ten years. It occurred in steady advances — TiVo, VOD, the ascent of streaming organizations; those advances and a lot more are essential moves toward rebuilding the manner in which we approach serialized narrating designs. Simultaneously came the ascent of cell phone and tablet culture, and the open door that comes when a great many people have a screen before their countenances for most of their waking hours. Normally, not long after came the ascent of marathon watching.
By Danilo Krin3 years ago in Fiction
The Worst Best Christmas Gift
Moira finished stretching and stood, avoiding looking at any of the mirrors placed strategically around Brookfield Feminine Fitness. She didn't want to be reminded of her red, puffy eyes. Adjusting her charcoal and cranberry leotard, she stepped onto the treadmill farthest from the holly-bedecked front window-wall. It took her a moment to blink away tears and focus on the treadmill's panoramic touchscreen. She logged in and connected her Bluetooth earbuds. They only partially blocked out the gym's cheesy, repetitive holiday playlist.
By Ben Waggoner3 years ago in Fiction
White-knuckle
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The blaze dazzled on the glass window pane. Her blue eyes held the image of the flames as she stared out the window. Her angular face looked like a temple or other place where people expressed glory. She scratched at her ivory skin. The Newark, Delaware landscape was like that for almost five years.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Splatters in Your Eyes'
It started like any other day, walking through the vacant city streets. Only the howls of the creatures that infested our world dare to make sounds. I see a store where the boarding has been slightly pulled aside so curosity got the better of me as I entered the torn apart apartment store. Looks like it may have been a clothing store at one time with a ranched smell coming from the corner of the room.
By Magnar Arne3 years ago in Fiction
For Her, Thy Love
Lustful winds with a aromatic spill of ocean salt fills my senses. The seas edge dances as the moon sheds it's spot light amongst the waves. As the splatter of small drips of spray reaches us setting a scene like no other for this night will be that night. That night I proclaim my heart to her.
By Magnar Arne3 years ago in Fiction
Purely Shattered Christmas
The days seemed long lurking my gaze out of the window, the snow just seemed grey this year. Not even children were playing in the streets, building snowmen, having a proper snow ball fight. See I do not get out to much, when I breathe in the fresh air and hear the sounds of people chatting away with one another. It sends a tremble down my spine, my heart beat slows to erupt in a conversion of blood flow, making my chest ache. But, this year just going out to the end of the road to see no one at all around just gives me a anxious and eery feeling.
By Magnar Arne3 years ago in Fiction
