Short Story
The Day the Sun Crowned the Third Pyramid
The Day the Sun Crowned the Third Pyramid The desert was still, the kind of still that pressed against the ears and made every heartbeat loud. I had arrived hours before dawn, walking over sand that had carried footsteps older than memory. The pyramids loomed, dark and patient, watching the night fold into itself.
By Marie381Uk 18 days ago in Fiction
Life Comes Without Instructions
What is the measure of a life? What gives it worth? What’s it all for? What is the point? To celebrate a life is to lose it to death. It is inevitable. We are all hanging onto the dash between our birth and death dates. Hoping to make a mark, something to be remembered for. Is that in the things we do, or the people we know? I believe it is in the people we touch. Lives that we are mingled with. Not what we aspire to be, but WHO we aspire to become.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden18 days ago in Fiction
The Story Needed a Villain. So It Chose Me.
I don’t remember the first time someone looked at me like I was dangerous. That’s the problem with stories. They don’t start where we think they do. They start quietly, invisibly, when a thought forms in someone else’s mind and finds a place to stay.
By Aarsh Malik19 days ago in Fiction
