Microfiction
189 Raptus Interruptus
Gavin discovered the quintessential pathos for his documentary--his MFA degree thesis: the Viviano family. Dominick, the father, eschatology devotee, had done research his whole life and knew the exact date of the Rapture, when he, his family, and all God's faithful would be taken up to Heaven, leaving the rest of humanity to face seven years of the Tribulation.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Love Beyond the Horizon
Haruna Ichika, referred to her companions as Ichika, and Yamada Seki, warmly called Yamada, shared a bond that rose above lines and time regions. Their story was one of two hearts seeing as one another in the huge territory of the computerized world, and finding an adoration that would endure the trial of distance.
By Dreamscape 2 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Sun. Runner-up in Summer Solstice Challenge.
My dog trots happily behind my boyfriend, occasionally looking back to make sure I haven’t been separated from the pack. Midnight is only minutes away, and as usual, we’re running late. For the first time in over fifty years, the entire town is gathering by the river to honor and celebrate the summer solstice. That may sound impressive, but the reality is that there are barely 2,000 residents in the small town of Girdwood, which makes for a close-knit (granted, sometimes too close) community. People are bound to gossip if we are late, but I don’t care. The sky is too beautiful. People wonder how Alaskans can tolerate such long, harsh winters— for them, not even a summer of endless daylight can justify nine months of darkness. But these people have never witnessed snow-capped mountains kissing white clouds in a cool blue sky in the middle of the night. I breathe in deeply. The air smells like the rainforest—crisp, green, and invigorating. And the sounds: river rushing, birds chirping, twigs snapping beneath my feet. Everything is alive. My dog stops in the middle of the path again, looking back impatiently. I catch up with her and my boyfriend, who is used to my trailing behind; understanding my need for walking in the woods to be a moving meditation.
By Marti Maley2 years ago in Fiction
The Bag - A New Game
He let out a roar. The door should stop Ella but she'd torn it apart! And now she was through it, running. He was tempted to pursue her Himself for the hunt. But there were better, more painful ways. Time to ramp it up! He'd been playing with her up until now, dangling the string, watching her reach for it, like teasing a kitten and now, He needed her to know who controlled her and always would.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
I have a photoshoot tomorrow. Can you recommend me some colors and outfit options that will look good on camera?
Colors: Solid Colors: Opt for solid colors instead of busy patterns. They help keep the focus on you. Bold, Vibrant Colors: Colors like royal blue, emerald green, and rich reds photograph well.
By ODS ACADEMY2 years ago in Fiction
Love Across the Miles
Haruna Itsuki, tenderly called Itsuki by her loved ones, was an energetic young lady intensely for workmanship. She resided in the clamoring city of Tokyo, where she went through her days drawing in curious bistros and visiting craftsmanship exhibitions. Her life was loaded with variety and innovativeness, yet there was one tone missing from her range — a shade of adoration that she longed for profoundly.
By Dreamscape 2 years ago in Fiction
