Mystery
Among the Grass
Firestung eyes gazed hopelessly into the fire before her. The smoke wafting up and into the starry night sky filled the air above her head in a fog of gray clouds. The fire reminded her of home, her bed, her shower, her partner. She'd been out here searching for days, in the middle of the bush surrounded by sound. Yet not one of the orchestras that filled her ears whispered the sound she needed. Rolling over on her sleeping bag Jane looked up watching for planes flying overhead. Holding tightly the locket around her neck, she let her weary eyes close.
By Harrison Bolton-Wade4 years ago in Fiction
The Magical Bird
When Abraham was younger, his father always used to tell him a bed time story about a magical bird that lived in a forest, far from their village called “The Scarlet Macaw”. Hundreds of years ago, this bird was known for healing those who have been extremely ill, & even bringing some back to life! The story intrigue Abraham and he refused to sleep until hearing the story every night. As the years went by, Abraham grew older and eventually outgrew bedtime stories. When Abraham reached the age of 16, his father grew extremely ill. He was taking to the best of the villages doctors, but they all said the same thing, there was nothing they could do to help him. Abraham and his family were left hopeless and were ready to give up. One night Abraham had a strange dream of a magical bird, calling him to come to the forest. When he woke up he immediately told his family the news and his mom refused to let him go. “The forest is extremely dangerous she said” and no one has even heard of the magical bird for hundreds of years”. Abraham did not care. All he had in his mind was finding that bird and hoping it’s healing powers would heal his fathers sickness. That same night Abraham snuck out of his village and journeyed to the forest. He traveled for 2 days nonstop before reaching the forest. As soon as he walked in he felt the danger that awaited him. Seems as if his father failed to mention that the forest was full of black glowing birds with huge wings. At first he thought they were dragons. Though Abraham was scared he knew there was no going back. He couldn’t imagine life without his father. The forest was huge. After traveling for hours Abraham found a huge tree with a big enough hole in the bottom for him to rest for a bit.
By Affiliated Minds4 years ago in Fiction
The way of the owl
"Hold tension among opposites and patiently wait for thusness to arise. This is the way of the owl." Bobby started to feel nausea. He has always despised vomiting. As a child, he would drink copious amounts of water to dilute the acidic taste in the mouth which portends vomit. He imagined the bulk of water weighing on the acid reflux. Pushing down whatever was wanting to come up back to where it belongs. Down there. Digested. Defecated. Got rid of, in private. Never to see the light of day.
By Oliver James Damian4 years ago in Fiction
Signals
It was three months after the war began and Jason had lost his shoe. Outside the horizon was burning crimson as if the world’s blood had hemorrhaged into the air in a grand exhalation of rage and smoke. The air reeked metallic and the dull thuds like heart pulses sounded as the bombs fell beyond his sight and he knew his friends were likely dead. He had just bought those shoes. They were before the rationing began and shelves ran dry till you couldn’t find a tin of peas to save yourself. The cities now exhausted of goods and looting coursed in the streets. At least that’s what he heard. He hadn’t been to town since the shoes and now he wasn’t ever going to go again.
By Kevin Rolly4 years ago in Fiction
A Prohibition Ballad.
The following is based on a true story. …The eardrum-shattering dual reports of the .38 slugs resonate across the decades in this place. On stormy nights at the strike of 1:24 AM you can hear their echo — surrounded by a pungent, otherworldly scent of red roses in full bloom — through what is now The Darkhorse Tavern, a forgettable dive bar on a forgettable street in an even more forgettable Midwestern city.
By Real Monsters 4 years ago in Fiction
Conflict of souls
The void... The void in my life had reached a point of no return; it was so profound, embedded in the very fabric of my being, that often I suffocated. I needed help and tried everything I knew, from therapy to yoga; nothing worked without forgetting hypnosis and meditation. I hadn't yet tried medication because I wanted a natural solution, one linked with nature, with the laws connected to this planet, unaltered, still carrying a sense of purity.
By Valerie Racine4 years ago in Fiction
Turn Against Me
“This murder doesn’t make any sense.” “Detective Daniel, when has any murder made sense?” Detective Daniel was the lead investigator on a recent murder that happened in a prevalent neighborhood. A place where crime never really happened. The Cartwright household was well known for their innovative children’s toys that generated millions of dollars. It was a teddy bear that learned from the user, creating meaningful conversations.
By Monique Hendrix4 years ago in Fiction
Peculiar of the Familiar
Silence. Akaya gingerly pinched the heavy blue velvet drapes and made a space just big enough for her right eye to peer out into the darkness. It’s not that she didn’t appreciate the quiet, but this was stifling. It was to her ears the same suffocating sensation her lungs felt on hot, humid nights.
By Yoshie Lewis4 years ago in Fiction
The Owl That Saved My Life
In the summer time if you lay in the fields you can see all the stars clearly in the sky. Jennifer loved to walk the fields at night as it was the only relaxation she had away from her daily hectic life. Every clear night she would grab a throw blanket and head to lay in the fields. As she walked past the barn and into the fields the air felt eerie and the atmosphere dark. As she continued to walk toward the fields she heard rustling behind her and stopped to listen. The rustling stopped so she continued walking. She placed her blanket down in the field and laid down peacefully.
By Rita Casanova4 years ago in Fiction
