Mystery
Still Waiting....
I was completely broken after he left. I was going to live my life, what was I living, I was passing the time of my life. Death was just waiting. That day I was in my room, suddenly mother came and said "Your letter has come", I became happy that my feet were not on the ground. Seeing my happiness, my mother said, "She is from Sultanpur, I used to say! She will definitely write", I saw her breathing my life again. Mother snatched the letter and said "eat the food then give it back", I was eating food and I was getting anxious to read that letter again and again, don't know what Priya must have written? She will be sad, she will be incomplete without me, she will be missing me every moment. He will be like me. She will be sad to be separated from me and will lovingly ask me to apologize, as she used to do on every mistake she made. Don't know what was in my mind. About seven months later his letter arrived. Knowing about my condition, the poor woman's heart must have been broken, I had more bread than me in every problem. My doll was so cute. Where did she go without meeting me without telling me, I was completely. Then the mother said, "Go, wash your hands, don't you want to read the letter? I came out of my world. After having food, I came to my room, and read the letter comfortably.
By Divya Kisku3 years ago in Fiction
From Victim to Hero: The Story of a Bullied Kid's Rise to Fame and Inspiration
Jacob woke up to the sound of his alarm clock, dreading the day ahead. He knew what was waiting for him at school - the teasing, the taunts, the whispers behind his back. He got dressed and walked to school with his head down, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. When he arrived at school, he made his way to his locker, only to be greeted by a group of bullies.
By Narrative Eye3 years ago in Fiction
Behind the Door
There was a door in the old mansion that nobody dared to open. It was situated in the basement and was locked from the outside. The family that lived in the mansion had been living there for generations and the door had always been there, unchanged and locked tight.
By Mohammed Sarfan3 years ago in Fiction
The Fibonacci Stairs
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Converging together, they’d waltz across the heavens, twirling in a celestial ballet that stole the breath of those fated to see it. They danced until the witching hour’s approach, suddenly reaching their climax at the chime of three. Bulging together, the clouds began to spin, a whirling dervish that made even the mystics blush with admirable envy.
By Kelly Robertson3 years ago in Fiction
Over The Rainbow
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Tomorrow is a new day, filled of hope and wonder, just for you! This is what I was told when I was a little girl. My head was filled with images of purple and pink skies in a magical world, where dreams come true. When I turend 20, I found myself still waiting for those things, those magical things, realizing they would never come. Until one day they did.
By Holland Grace 3 years ago in Fiction
The Unkind Memories
Haganto tried to quickly decide what to do next. Alanus was all alone, and would surely die if Haganto didn’t save him. But how? It was hard enough to get to the front gate without getting distracted by the memories, but to also try to find someone in the mist? Haganto had never done that before, and he wasn’t even sure if it was possible. The field was big and he doubted the ghost lights would be kind enough to lead him straight to Alanus.
By Rebecca Patton3 years ago in Fiction
Amethyst Experience. Runner-Up in Under Purple Clouds Challenge.
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The spring marvel was one constant amidst the bedlam of life, scudding streaks across the crimson flush and lingering into early hours until dusk upped and melted them gone.
By Lark Hanshan3 years ago in Fiction
