Love
A deal with the devil
Once upon a time I made a deal with the devil. The sky was an inferno of sunlit cloud on the edge of dusk when I found the Book of Yahweh. The desert was an orange ocean hiding stone pages that I prised from the depths of the icy tomb. I grinned, licking my lips as I recognised the ancient script.
By Mhairi Campbell 3 years ago in Fiction
A Mystery Gift From The Heart.
I don't know whether I should put my Christmas tree up tonight. It's Christmas Eve, though I see nothing special in Christmas anymore. I sigh a deep sigh of sadness as I watch the gentle snow falling outside my window, covering the empty branches of trees in a beautiful, white, quilt.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Mirror Mirror in the Box
*THUMP* The sound startled me from the (finally) comfortable position I had found in the corner of the couch. I look around my empty house in a panic before realizing the sound had to have come from outside the front door. With a hand clutching my chest as though I was somehow keeping my rapidly beating heart from jumping out of the skin there, I opened the door to which I saw a lone box. I heard the faint buzzing of the drone that had likely dropped off the mysterious package.
By A. L. Benware3 years ago in Fiction
The Package Joy Club
Hump Day Eve, or Tuesday as it is more commonly called, had metamorphosised over the last six months. Now, for Sophie, Jo, Eve, and Becca, Tuesday was the highlight of their working week. As they prepared moccachoccachinos with extra foam for stale-faced punters on their way to who-cares, emptied bedpans for the angry and ungrateful, and cleaned the houses of the slovenly rich, they had a spring in their step. No matter what life chucked at them on a Tuesday, nothing could steal the joy from the day.
By Caroline Jane3 years ago in Fiction
The Little Box
As Emily’s fingers brushed against the little box in her pocket, she paused, letting memories flutter back briefly, before continuing to search for her money. With a quick "thank you," she handed the cashier a five-dollar bill and walked out the door. In the 10-minutes it took her to buy some envelopes, grey clouds had stretched across the sky.
By Victoria Rivera3 years ago in Fiction
They burned the witch
Margrette languished atop the pyre with its blistering flames already lapping beyond her knees, the stubble remnants of her hair were smouldering, her clothes had long become ashes in the wind. The delirium borne purely of searing pain, delivered kindly to her, her mother’s voice and once again she was six, picking dandelion and foxglove and wormwood and sage. It was better that her mind went there than remain in the present but even the sweetness of memory could not protect her.
By Wendy Thacker3 years ago in Fiction
To The Rescue
I was sitting on a high street bench feeling hot and bothered one evening when I heard the clomping of girls in heels, and looked up at once. Sure enough a gaggle was passing, including one with hay-coloured hair and a very silly dark green velvet party-dress on. I went a bit weak at the sight of her, she looked so nice.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
