Mystery
The Free Wind
What awakened Oliver’s attention was the rippling of particles in the wind. The west wind that was strengthening. In his current state, the concentration he could achieve was little, but it was enough for him to feel the hand spreading the flowers and to smell a gentle woman’s scent. He gathered his conscience around him and crossed the darkness to be able to grasp the eyes, the oval of the face and the color of the hair. He also picked up the vibrations of the voice.
By Patrizia Poli3 years ago in Fiction
Wretched Little Worm
Eerie nights like the one Evander James was experiencing were strangely becoming more and more common. A shiver ran the length of his skin as the cooling fall air licked at his flesh with an uptick in the wind. The low waning light of the streetlamp as he walked beneath gave off just enough guidance in the murkiness of the creeping fog.
By Sai Marie Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Ancient Friends & New Ventures
A gentle, chilly breeze drifted between the green leaves of the trees. A shrill wail echoed throughout the woods. Lost and alone, a toddler stumbled through thick undergrowth. Tears streamed down the small girl's pale face as her short white hair and long white dress danced in the wind. Her bright green eyes darted out of sheer terror as she walked and crawled through the forest.
By Mel E. Furnish3 years ago in Fiction
Talea has new stickers
Talea has new stickers from her birthday from Timothy. She was sitting in class; Miss. Jess asked everyone to complete Math’s homework. Talea finished her homework, and she has free time. She was making a card for Miss. Jess for teachers' day. Talea sticks red and orange hearted stickers on her purple piece of paper, she fold the paper so it looked like a card. Then Miss. Jess smelled something like strawberries and raspberries, so she asked everyone ‘Attention everyone, if you have food please come over to my desk,’ then everyone surrounded Talea.
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Fiction
Beatrice's adventure
It was pitch dark. Green bolts of lightning roared down the spine-chilling valley. She was running, running for her life all alone between trees. She didn’t mind diving with her bare feet into the sludgy grass as long as she would still feel safe. She knew something was off the moment she stepped into her house. Someone wanted her as dead as a doornail. Her breathing started to get bulkier and bulkier due to the energy strain she was going through. She tried listening to her jerky exhales to forget whatever was about to happen to her. Then, in a brief, everything went bleary.
By Irina Ștefania R3 years ago in Fiction








