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There was something shiny on the wall He was walking home after a night out and had taken a shortcut, or what he thought was a shortcut down a back alley, but he wondered what was on that wall.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse Keeper's Love
There once lived a lighthouse keeper named Arthur in the charming seaside town of Winslow, where the waves whispered secrets to the shore and the lighthouse stood as a guardian of tales. Arthur's lonely life was only broken by the steady dance of the lighthouse beam. He devoted his life to guiding sailors home, with a heart as big as the ocean.
By James Dorcas2 years ago in Fiction
The Depository for Things
I love the idea of Boo Radley, leaving things in the tree. Such a great book "To Kill a Mockingbird". I appreciate it more now than I ever did in a classroom. Life does that to you, alters your perspective.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Rite of Passage
The little man walked in aggressively. Standing under 4ft tall. He came in carrying his box of saved letters. His face flush with the heat of anger.
By simplicity2 years ago in Fiction
Loose Threads. Content Warning.
John stared as Stevie’s car drove down the street, tightening his stomach into a knot. He knew he had been careless. The coffee cup being left, ice filled in blood –these were errors committed by novices and should not have been made by him. Steve’s suspicion was real; there was something that could be seen in the air: why the delay?
By Kageno Hoshino2 years ago in Fiction
The Encore (Part 1)
My police cruiser hurtles down the I-93. I get off every few exits to make sure I’m not being followed. After our argument, Stevie took off in a huff. Thankfully, I haven’t spotted her behind me, following me like the FBI to pull me over and ask more questions.
By Scott Christenson🌴2 years ago in Fiction
Do it now...!!! Indrea Sei...!!!
It was New Year's morning, and I was watching a motivational video discussing resolutions. Despite crafting resolutions each year, I found myself consistently falling short of my plans.
By yuvashree R Deep2 years ago in Fiction
Symphony of the Spheres
God's radio is my seashell. Like most things of the divine, I find it in the simplest things. Children well know this. Consider my conch.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Long dark night
If I’d been a character in a detective story, they’d call this the long dark night of the soul. Drawing deep from the amber leaf, I knew why. I took in another lungful, tasting like a motorman's glove. I laughed at myself, thinking up a Chandler-Marlowe quote at a time like this.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
Why Monkeys Look Like Humans
And then a big fight ensued. Let’s throw it back. *** Long, long ago, a time before your forefathers, when all of creation had direct access to the Creator, the monkeys in the world at the time agreed amongst themselves and went to meet the Creator.
By AyoO2 years ago in Fiction
The _ost Office
The building looked invisible. No passers by went inside. Their eyes slid off it as if it wasn't really there at all. "Hello! Anybody there?"
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
A Venery of Noun Collectives
I revel in terms of venery--venereal terms--which in sex means contracted disease--but in nature means "nouns of assembly." As such, I relate to poetic vibes, like a herd of fauna, a bush of flora, or a buffoonery of clowns.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction