Mystery
The Last Hope
The world as they knew it had ended. A catastrophic event, caused by the greed of a powerful corporation, had finally occurred. The skies turned red, the ground shook, and the air became toxic. Cities crumbled, and people died in the millions. The protagonist, a young woman named Ava, was one of the lucky ones. She had been living in a remote cabin in the mountains when the event happened. She had a small garden, a well, and enough supplies to last her for a while. But, as the days passed, Ava realized that she couldn't survive alone forever. She needed to find other survivors, and she needed to find out what had happened to the world.
By Aneruth Jagan3 years ago in Fiction
Marmalade
Marmalade is a thief and a murderer, but above all, she is a good friend and my cat. I was eight - no nine the day my father brought her home. I had begged my parents for a dog, mainly because most of my friends had dogs. The latest was Crystal, who lived across the street and had just gotten a Labrador puppy she named Tripp.
By L. M. Veirs3 years ago in Fiction
Feminism in the 21st Century
"Write, let no one hold you back, let nothing stop you: not man; not the imbecilic capitalist machinery, in which the publishing houses are the crafty, obsequious relayers of imperatives handed down by an economy that works against us and off our backs; not yourself. Smug-faced readers, managing editors, and big bosses don't like the true texts of women- female-sexed texts. That kind scares them". (Helene Cixous 1975).
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
Arrival
It seemed to Carmen, as her taxi charged off the highway, that she may have made a mistake. Her mouth had been dry since getting off the plane and just now she had noticed how white knuckles were from grasping onto the greasy door handle. Whether these symptoms were born from elation or fear of what lay on the other side of the taxi-door, Carmen was uncertain. The morning was early, and a usual greyness hung in the air, a greyness that always seems to carry the chance of rain. She peered into the rear view mirror, all hints of the airport and the highway and her old home, amongst gum trees and white-washed coastal suburbia, were long gone behind her.
By Alyssia Balbi3 years ago in Fiction
Trapped in Motion
John stepped onto the train that was his every day commute and took a seat, but something felt off. He couldn't remember how he had gotten there, or even where he was headed. He reached into his pocket for his train ticket, but it was empty. He frantically searched his bag and his person, but he couldn't find any form of identification or indication of where he was headed. He looked around the train, but no one seemed to take notice of him.
By Janice Daily3 years ago in Fiction
9.14
It was during this pandemic that I started jogging. I was never overweight, If anything I always looked malnutrition. Like everything, the miracle this lockdown brought was this glorious belly that which me or any of my family ever hoped. Yes I was a bit fat. As I felt the lockdown might be lifted soon and I knew this pandemic was ending. I needed to do something about my physique. So, I started jogging. It was really hard at first, dragging my lazy ass through the 1km I hoped to conquer. A week went by and I improved. Now i can almost run upto 4km and I’ve scheduled my route like wise. I just picked random roads around my house, never discussed the roads or never cared because I was not that afraid of traveling alone nor was easily scred by the thoughts of things lurking in the darkness.
By Sooraj Parakkattil3 years ago in Fiction
