Microfiction
The Laundress
Betsy liked her job as a laundress working in the Doctor’s hotel. Nothing was better than removing a stain from a pure white bedsheet or being able to scrub an antique Persian rub until it looked brand new. She took real pride in her work and would do no less than 110% in any laundry she worked for.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Mystery of Area 51: Unraveling Myths and Realities. Content Warning.
Introduction: Greetings, fellow enthusiasts of the unexplained! Today, let's embark on a comprehensive journey through the mysterious realms of Area 51, the infamous U.S. military facility nestled in the heart of the Nevada desert. From UFO sightings to government conspiracies, Area 51 has been shrouded in secrecy and speculation for decades. In this article, we'll delve into its enigmatic history, separating fact from fiction and exploring the enduring fascination that surrounds this clandestine location.
By React Wizards2 years ago in Fiction
The Memory of Stones
The stones have memories of other times. All of them do if you know what to search for. They come in many forms, the different layers of sediment in canyon walls. The smooth surfaces of pebbles in a fast-flowing river. The specks of sand. The sparkling crystals in geodes.
By Amethyst Champagne2 years ago in Fiction
Cheetah People
As told to Mother Combs in one of her many adventures: In the arid mountain ranges of the Sahara desert live a people no one has ever seen. The Maunetjer, when they venture out into the outer world to trade, wear garments similar to burkas, both male and female, and only remove them once they are in the safety of their homes. No outsider is allowed inside their homes. There have been mysterious disappearances of people rumored to be looking for them. Several gung-ho explorers, eager to make a mark for themselves, thought they could be the ones to come back with pictures of the Maunetjer. Never to be seen again. It is rumored at the market that when they purchase the many chickens, goats, and cows, they wear gloves when exchanging money. Not one person has even seen so much as a hand or foot of a Maunetjer. They purchase thousands of chickens, goats, and cows a year. No one knows what they do with them either, for they never sell any animals, hides, milk, cheese, or anything back at the market. The Maunetjer does not wear jewelry. They wear no adornments on their costumes, nor rings on their fingers, bracelets, or anything. The only gold the Maunetjer handles is money. The gods of the Maunetjer must be fierce and unforgiving because of the totems and statues they have carved of the gods. All the statues are of some humanoid cheetah-like creature with a burning look of hunger on its sleek face. These gods are depicted in all sorts of poses. This writer's firm opinion is that it would be unwise to visit the Maunetjer without their expressed invitation. To visit them without their consent could result in the death of any or all sent. Suppose you want to find out more information on a Maunetjer. In that case, it is my professional opinion that you shoot one in the marketplace and haul the corpse to your laboratory to study. To do otherwise would be a foolish mistake. May Allah keep and protect you from the hell that will surely follow you, no matter what you decide.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Camera in the Attic
She finds the old camera in the attic, tucked into a heavy trunk covered in dust and filled with all sorts of junk. The camera, clunky and old with its silver bits, was in a similar condition as the rest of the items. They’re strange things, those vintage film cameras, like otherworldly machines, brought here by travelers from some alien planet, familiar yet unknown.
By Karla Campos2 years ago in Fiction
