Microfiction
"Shadow of Wishes"
Chapter Eight: The Key to the Great House Adam and Layla followed the star map with unwavering determination. The map led them out of the labyrinthine complex and into the open night sky, where the constellations they had seen projected from the ancient book now seemed to guide their path. The celestial alignments were clearer under the open sky, and they could sense that their destination was drawing closer.
By Michael V. Meyersabout a year ago in Fiction
"Shadow of Wishes"
Chapter Seven: The Echoes of Time Adam and Layla continued through the labyrinthine passages revealed by the ancient map, their path illuminated by the eerie glow of the runes and the flickering torchlight. The air grew colder as they ventured deeper into the complex, carrying with it a sense of foreboding and ancient power.
By Michael V. Meyersabout a year ago in Fiction
"Shadow of Wishes: A Journey Through Time"
Chapter Three: In the Depths of the Tunnel Layla and Adam began advancing into the dark tunnel, which seemed to swallow the setting sun. The tunnel walls were covered with ancient engravings, distinguished by faint colors suggesting they were once decorated with vibrant hues. The atmosphere in the tunnel was charged with electricity, as if whispering both excitement and fear.
By Michael V. Meyersabout a year ago in Fiction
"Shadow of Wishes: A Journey Through Time"
Chapter Two: At the Heart of the Legend As Layla wandered through the streets of this strange world, the glowing light began to wane gradually, revealing a city with an ancient character combined with advanced technological touches. Everything around her seemed like a blend of the past and present, making her feel as if she were in a disjointed dream.
By Michael V. Meyersabout a year ago in Fiction
"Shadow of Wishes: A Journey Through Time"
Chapter One: The Light of the Manuscript The wind howled through the alleyways of the ancient city, carrying with it the scent of the rain that had begun to fall gently. The large, old house that stood in the middle of the cobblestone square appeared abandoned and shrouded in darkness, as if hiding secrets yet to be revealed. This house was known for its association with strange tales, and a place where reality blended with legend.
By Michael V. Meyersabout a year ago in Fiction
Like a Raven's Wing
Strong arms grabbed her from behind, dragging her away from the streetlamp. A hand stifled her scream... + Blame Jennifer Lawson. Already so successful at twenty-two! Allie, almost twenty-one, had accomplished nothing. The best years of her life were passing her by. Blame her parents, her tightly religious upbringing. Blame Curtis.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
255 Peanut Butter and Jealousy: Lunchables 13, 1-16
"For you shall worship no other god, for the Lord...is a jealous God (Exodus 34:14). "Psychiatrists say that people who eat peanut butter sandwiches are lonely...And when you're really lonely, the peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth." (You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown)
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Fragments of the Former. Content Warning.
I sit here, fermenting and faded, my jaw slack and eyes milky-white with glazed detachment. My spirit lingers somewhere in my peripheral, mocking me in its fleeting existence between the physical and other. Occasionally I feel it dart from the stale air, through old damp wood and into fresh, foggy mornings. The low clouds sometimes roll through the gaps and cloak me, drifting to place small beads of water on my brow as if I sweat again despite the morning chill.
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Fiction
