Mystery
Her Concern
She had come to the edge of the valley where an asperous fortress of rock stood before her. No one else dared come here, and perhaps that is why she felt so at peace in such an ominous part of the valley. “It is oddly quiet. More quiet than usual.” She whispered as she realized that there was no howling or grumbling from the terrifying creatures that ruled these walls. She was puzzled, and a bit unsettled by this. As she looked up into the deepening mist of the valley, an electrifying chill pulsed through her veins.
By A. P. Cooper3 years ago in Fiction
Her Solitude
She walked out the front door of her cabin and stepped into the cold, gray air. She took this lonesome walk every “night”. Though in such a place as this, there is no night. There is no day. Only a gray mist haunting the air. This was her time. Her moment to truly be alone and go where she felt most comfortable outside the pages of a book. Away from her sister and the village people she had nothing in common with, she could be her full self. She understood she didn’t belong with them. Or with people in general.
By A. P. Cooper3 years ago in Fiction
His Search
His eyes glowed as he watched the village from atop the staggering precipice of the valley. With what he was, he had no problem seeing through the insufferable mist; nor had he any fear of the deadly creatures living in the caverns of the valley wall. In fact, they feared him. Finally, his time had come. He found what he had been looking for, in the perfect hiding place of course. It had taken a little over two decades. It may prove to be more of a challenge once he set foot on the village ground. He doubted it.
By A. P. Cooper3 years ago in Fiction
Designed to Deceive: How Gambling Distorts Reality and Hooks Your Brain
To call gambling a “game of chance” evokes fun, random luck and a sense of collective engagement. These playful connotations may be part of why almost 80 percent of American adults gamble at some point in their lifetime. When I ask my psychology students why they think people gamble, the most frequent suggestions are for pleasure, money or the thrill.
By BURN BRIGHT3 years ago in Fiction
The Magic of Music and Writing
I was walking one day, and I kept hearing a musical sound (like bandstand music). Only there was no band. In fact, it was on a busy sidewalk in New York City. I turned the corner, and a piece of paper with words, and notes fell in front of me. I picked it up, and the words read, Listen, and flow with the music, it will lead you. And poof the paper was gone.
By Cheryl A Nocera 3 years ago in Fiction
Mirror
Lu looked in the mirror and blinked. Her future self sometimes would appear and tell her things. It started when she was five years old. “Mom, I just saw myself. My future self. She told me what will happen!” “That’s great Lu, what did she say?” “She said I was going to be a princess!” “Wow, a princess, you are one lucky girl. Now go to sleep sweetie, princesses need their rest.” “Ok mom. I love you.” Lu grabbed her favorite blankie and ran off to her room. Her mother took a quick sip of wine, “Love you too baby” she replied softly as she sank down into the couch, “love you too” her mom whispered again as she fell off to sleep.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Fiction
Slurp, Slurp
I was riding my bike and didn’t notice the open sewer hole in the ground. I fell in, my bike landed on top of me. The ladder leading back out was broken. I heard a crawling sound behind me. I turned around and saw a giant slug. I turned back around and started to run. The giant slug followed me. No matter how fast I ran, the giant slug slowly caught up. I was out of breath and stopped only for a second to catch it. The giant slug caught up to me and ate me. Slurp slurp.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
