Microfiction
Beneath the Surface. Runner-Up in 500 Word Shockwave Challenge.
On a Friday afternoon, Ruby Dayne had just finished another week of college classes, and as she was on the parking lot heading to her car, Ruby was approached by the dean of her college, Valeria Stanton.
By Clyde E. Dawkins12 months ago in Fiction
The Whispering Shadows'
The Whispering Shadows In the heart of a dense, ancient forest, where the sunlight barely pierced through the thick canopy, there lay a small, forgotten village. The villagers called it "Eryndor," a name that had been passed down through generations, though its meaning had long been lost to time. The people of Eryndor lived simple lives, tending to their crops, raising their livestock, and trading with the occasional traveler who dared to venture into the depths of the forest. But there was something peculiar about Eryndor, something that set it apart from any other village in the world.
By Mosap Homa12 months ago in Fiction
Romantic literature and its fragrance
Romantic literature after Renaissance in Italy brought a huge revolution in literary form .Lyrical ballad composed by Wordsworth and Coleridge was one of the great masterpiece work of Romantic expression. In previous time literature was written on the basis of religious concept which was classical ad orthodox.
By Tusher Enam12 months ago in Fiction
Letters to Princess Rebecca
Moments unsaddled in time. Moments riding the lines of words, each guided and shaped by a single key. A different group of animals used to conduct a thought. Each letter—an animal. Each word—a strange cage of sound. A sentence, a stream of animals moving through one’s consciousness. Letters, words, sentences, paragraphs, pages, chapters, and books, all designed to demonstrate an invisible world filled by flickering forces, and sounds—sounds that hem together lost ideas.
By Gary Lougheed12 months ago in Fiction
The Painting on the Wall
I had an old painting on my wall. My grandmother left it to me, not in her will, but with a piece of paper taped to the back with my name on it. It wasn't worth money or anything. I cherished it because it reminded me of her. She left it to me because I loved it.
By Anna Boisvert12 months ago in Fiction
The Blackout Paradox
In all his life, Elliot Grayson has never been a fan of the conspiracy theories. He was just a journalist, meaning that he had undergone the necessary journalism training to only hunt for facts without any room for fiction. However, when the world went on standby for 48 hours and it seemed like no one could remember what had happened, he came to know that he was in a mystery which was beyond what is logical.
By Farhat Adan12 months ago in Fiction
