Series
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part I
The Twisted Tales for Toilet Time Series project of short stories is aimed to be a collection of ultra-short short stories that can be read in the average duration of a toilet visit. Most of which fall into the category of the absurd and have little, to no real plot significance.
By Savannah K. Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
The Diary of Mishelle Gold
Julie and I have arrived safely in Paris for the Bridal Fashion Show. What a beautiful place! The hotel is lovely, old fashioned — I’d say Victorian in style — and because the company are paying, we’ve got a really lovely shared bedroom, ensuite bathroom and sitting room (although why as we’ll never use it), Sarah booked the same hotel for her and her fiance, two door away from us, so we’re going to have breakfast and dinner together. Plus, there are three mornings free during the week and Julie and I will be doing some sight-seeing. I’ve been to Paris before but Julie hasn’t, so she is very excited. I’m going to keep her close. Jack and I will phone either early morning or late evening.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Chapter 6
Read Chapter 5 Here Listen to This Chapter Here The rest of the trip to Faraday passed in silence. After about five minutes, the one-handed girl asked Tilli to get her backpack down, and extracted an embroidery hoop from it. A special wrist strap attached to her right elbow and held the hoop in place while she worked the needle with her left hand. Tilli spend most of the ride trying to figure out where she had seen the girl. A one handed girl who does embroidery, Tilli thought, Surely there can't be that many people out there like that? But the harder she thought about it, the more distant the girl's identity became. Tilli couldn't even place her by her accent, which she normally excelled at.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
The Malicious Beautiful Apple.
Long long time ago in a land far far away lived a very handsome farmer. Although the farmer was poor, fair maidens came to gaze at his beauty, his bronzed muscles bulging as they worked long and hard, his tanned skin from long days in the sun. He was the most handsome man in all the land. His hair was a dark brown, that was luscious and full. His bright big smile captured all the girls hearts his dark blue eyes pierced the heart of any woman who gazed upon them. He was the perfect in every way.
By Paige Turner 4 years ago in Fiction
Julia's Therapy Session
I explained to Dr.Von Brandt that I don't remember my mother very well. That I was so little when she died that by the time I was old enough to ask questions, all I knew of her smile came from the pictures that we carried from house to house.
By Jaelin Henderson4 years ago in Fiction
The Beach
Early morning light fell on the water like a soft blanket, illuminating the waves in brilliant, pale blue. The cool scent of fresh salt and low tide filled Charlie’s lungs as he knelt on the shore, hair whipping in the wind. White sand shifted smoothly beneath his sneakers as he steadied the camera in his cold hands. The waves crashing against the shore had set a steady heartbeat in his ears, only ever interrupted by rough gusts of wind that slapped across his rosy cheeks and billowed through his clothing. Charlie realigned his position as he admired the view before him. The solid dark blue lines of the battered old rollercoaster stood clear and defined against the rippling waves of the New Jersey coastline. It loomed eerily, casting a long shadow. Charlie couldn’t help but picture the ride as it used to be. An endless chorus of energized screaming rang through his head. He too, had been one of the young adventurers that had enjoyed riding the attraction. He remembered having so much fun that day. His sister had finally told him ‘enough’, after he had made her ride it for the seventeenth time. Charlie smiled to himself. It was almost sad, seeing the coaster in its current state. It was like a part of his childhood had died. Its life had been drained away as it sat isolated along the water, abused viciously by the elements. Color had faded from its rails and was replaced, as the metal rusted over in uneven reds and browns. Waves sloshed around the base of the pier as it groaned against the movement of the wind and tides. Charlie’s finger twitched as he captured the perfect image of a seagull as it landed and perched itself on top of the twisting track closest to the beach.
By Autumn Rehbein4 years ago in Fiction
Neen and the Salt Congress
There weren’t always dragons in the valley… So, why now? Neen thought grumpily as they flew toward the new Dragons, tucking low against the glassy salt flat to check their reflection. The meeting to which they were heading required Neen to do something they detested: primp. After they had been elected as Visiting Consult, Tonec insisted that all Neen’s scales be polished, ridge sharpened, claws retracted, and, to Neen’s utter disgust, fertiline pouch covered. Why should it matter to these random dragons whether I plan to birth? They thought, banking smoothly east to rip a couple giant Fint leaves from the nearest bush and weave the resinous tips through their large, velvety flank scales. Neen puffed out a snort as they thought of the scale and skin that would come off when the leaves were removed later.
By Vidya Misra4 years ago in Fiction
