Microfiction
Unique rules of the village
In the core of a thick woods, covered in the fog of time and secret, lay the town of Eldoria. This town was not normal for some other, not in light of its curious bungalows or its lavish, fruitful terrains, but since of its exceptional standards, which had been gone down through ages. The Eldorians accepted these standards were the way in to their success and harmony, thus they stuck to them with the greatest amount of respect.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
By The Skin Of Her Teeth
Oh no, the destruction of the laboratory’s reputation is on the line this time! Sky knew she needed to fix her mistake and fix it quick. Her skin’s beginning to show signs of the rash from that deadly virus she’d accidentally injected herself with.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
Neon Noir Nightmare
The flickering neon sign outside the abandoned arcade cast an eerie glow on Grace's face. At 17, she was considered a prodigy by the local precinct, a whiz with deduction and a nose for trouble. Tonight, the trouble was a missing girl, Sarah, who vanished after entering this very arcade three days prior. The official investigation had stalled, but Grace wouldn't let it go.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in Fiction
The Moonlit Bloom
The salty spray on Scarlet's face were freighter rumbled towards the emerald jewel of Oahu. Her heart pounded a frantic counterpoint to the engine's thrum. At 16, she shouldn't be on a rickety cargo ship bound for Hawaii, but desperation had a way of rewriting plans. Her father, a renowned botanist, lay bedridden, struck by a mysterious illness. The only cure, according to a tattered legend in his research notes, was the elusive Hinano Lehua, a moonlit white hibiscus said to bloom on a hidden volcano.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in Fiction
Holster
Moses loved his cowboy boots, the crocodile skin leather boots that were his trade make made the old floorboards squeak and squam as he moved methodically from row to row scouring shelf after shelf of old moldy books in the library left abandoned years before.
By Zena Fisher2 years ago in Fiction
Ivy and the Fading Heartwood
Ivy, a wisp of a girl with eyes the color of twilight, lived at the very edge of Whisperwood. It wasn't a place feared, but a place respected. The towering trees held whispered secrets in their rustling leaves, and the shadows held mysteries unseen. One day, the whispers turned to panicked screeches. A shadow, darker than any seen before, emerged. It slunk, a monstrous, inky creature with eyes like smoldering embers, its long, whip-like tail leaving a trail of deadened vegetation. It was the Gloom, a creature of legend whispered only in hushed tones by flickering firelight.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in Fiction
