Series
The Diner
It was a couple hours past sunset, and only two streetlights pierced the darkness. One was almost out of sight, at the far end of the street. The other was in front of their destination: a seedy diner. The diner was the only other source of light. The neon red accents outlined the edges of the diner’s welcoming light pouring out of the windows and propped-open door.
By Farah Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate Cake
My hands were shaking as I walked up to the podium. Even after the hundreds of times I’d done it, from awards acceptances to guest lectures, speaking in public still made me nervous. I wanted so badly to do right by Ulli. She had always done right by me. I looked out at the mourners, dressed in bright colors (at her bequest) but with sad faces. Please don’t let me choke. I cleared my throat and began.
By Kerry Love5 years ago in Fiction
Into the Groves
Nightfall came sooner than I anticipated. I still needed to spread her ashes and say my goodbyes to her, so I must stay another day in this town. I walked the quiet streets, heading back to my aunt’s old home. I looked to the sky, admiring the innumerable stars that decorated it. This view makes me hate this place a little less. With the amount of light pollution in the city I can only ever see the moon and maybe a few sparse specks of stars. But here, it’s like I can dive into a sea of stars and bathe myself in the glow of the moon. It’s almost intoxicating how beautiful it is. I brought my gaze back to the empty streets. Though it is only 9pm, every storefront is closed. That’s small town living for you. One store in particular catches my eye. Mama Blossom’s Bakery. I’d only ever been there once, long ago. A summer I can’t seem to get out of my head today.
By Katie O'Shea5 years ago in Fiction
Fighting for Absolution
Tilly kept her head turned away from the man in front of her. With the tattered, dirty clumps of her hair hanging around her face, she had a bit of a shield against the tantalizing smell of warm chocolate, but the mild stench of soiled hair could hardly block out the decadent aroma of freshly baked cake. It didn’t matter. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing how affected she was by this act. Mind games were never a thing she’d taken interest in, so she had no idea if her act of defiance would make a difference, but she still refused to broadcast how painfully hungry she was by staring at the cake being consumed dramatically by the Arbiter.
By Caitlin Justine5 years ago in Fiction
Order of the Heart. III
Andrew slowly turned the ladle in the pot. He sniffed the aroma of the sauce as it slowly grew to perfection. It might seem that the entire world was aflame, the end times might be upon everyone, but the pasta sauce Andrew created must always be the very best. He still remembered his restaurant on Oak and Broadway in Vancouver. During the Winter Olympics of 2010, people from around the globe lined up for his pasta and creative toasted slices of bread.
By Bruce Curle `5 years ago in Fiction
The Gift's of Grandparent's By: Danyel Fields
After a long summer staying with his grandpa and grandma helping them on the family farm. Grandpa raised a question to Alex if he was willing to stay with them and help out on the farm and take it over once they passed away. Before the weekend was over he gave them his answer and he hold them yes that he was more than happy to come and live with them.
By Danyel Fields5 years ago in Fiction
Numididae
There’s a golden glow when the girl awakes, the spread of iridescence as the sun rises in the early morning. Her hands chill as she pulls the slice of chocolate cake out of the fridge box, the swirls of frosting peaked at glistening on top. When she bought it it had smelled rich like cocoa but it has chilled to a dead cold scent of refrigerator. She hunts through the large drawer by the sink and finds a fork with a heavy handle, reminds her of her grandmother’s good silver but she’s pretty sure that was sold a long time ago. The farm house belonged to the old woman originally and the girl was the only one interested in upkeep it when she passed. Her siblings had trawled the entire house, crawling through for any scrap of value and leaving her with a wooden shell. It was an overwhelming task initially but she started with a floral wall paper in the main room and continued building it back into a liveable state and now her only complaint is the draft that creeps in on cooler mornings.
By Arwyn Sherman5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate Cake, Girl Talk, and Mysterious Packages
As soon as I walked in, the smell of coffee and sweets took over my senses. A nice slice of chocolate cake caught my eye and I knew that's exactly what I wanted. As I walked up to the counter to order, a familiar red-head popped up from behind the counter; “Lily!?...”
By K.J.George5 years ago in Fiction
Ripar returns to Earth (Part 2)
A few hours later, Ripar and his comrades were doing scans on the ship of nearby land and settlements when they heard the barn door open. Mike and John returned with food. They had fried chicken, corn, potato salad, green beans, and chocolate cake. Upon entering the aliens smelled the food and they liked the scent that was coming from it. Ripar told them of human food and that it was tasty, what they ate at home was bland and they never ate meat, but neither had Ripar. He was debating on whether he wanted to try it, but eating something that was alive just seemed wrong...even though it smelled really good.
By Robert Kegel5 years ago in Fiction
Feed the Wolves
Tonight, my heartsore sister, we must remember to feed the wolves. Bitter and sick of starvation, they will hunt us like the earth ravaged its reckless. Un-name your rabbits. Thank them for comfort in the bleak and fortune of their swift feet. Each night endured requires sacrifice—this is yours. We, the restless, must learn to release ourselves from solace. Turbulence will haunt you long after day breaks. I will be here to soothe the pain.
By Sam Eliza Green5 years ago in Fiction
