Stream of Consciousness

Wolf's Bane
The moon howler is not hungry; she seeks her pack. Snow tracks lead in circles under Luna's full embrace. Round and round, she circles, waiting for a familiar presence, but loneliness prevails. To no avail, she switches her matted tail, swatting the poisoning of Winter's bluster that insists on entangling her spirit.
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Fiction
A Conversation
We're so glad to have you here, you are going to be an absolutely perfect fit. How do you know, I have so many faults. What is a fault? What do you see as a fault? What defines a fault? We see "faults2 as just part of your character. They may be part of what makes you interesting.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Finding Peace
Once upon a time, Lucy walked down the quiet road leading to her small house in the countryside. Surrounded by the peaceful beauty of nature, she carried a heavy feeling in her heart. Lucy's life had been tough, marked by loss, pain, and a constant search for something she couldn't quite name. But amidst the uncertainty, she longed for one thing above all else: peace.
By M.Fiaz2 years ago in Fiction
"The Midnight Movie: A Real Horror Story"
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled within the dense woods, there stood an old, dilapidated cinema known as the Midnight Theater. Its marquee, once vibrant with neon lights, now flickered sporadically, casting eerie shadows on the deserted street. The Midnight Theater was infamous among the locals for its unsettling history—a history that whispered of tragedies and unexplained disappearances.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
HeartWing Beat
The storm is gone but the freeze remains. I was one with the sky and I am now part of the snow. Bright white clouds my eyes. My shattered wings cling to my body. Jagged cold talons pierce between my feathers. But my heart still beats. Tiny newhatch wings pound in my chest.
By Em E. Lee2 years ago in Fiction
The stage IV muse
She is much better now. Still wearing my old clothes, but it almost looks intentional now, and dare we say - vintage? There's color on her cheeks and a little meat on her bones and she no longer looks like someone left out in the cold during long winter nights.
By M.2 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery Toy
Once upon a time, in a comfortable area with houses close together, there lived a boy named Alex. He was full of imagination and curiosity, always seeking new adventures. Every day, he explored his neighbourhood, eager to discover something exciting.
By M.Fiaz2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the ICU: The Haunting of Dr. Harrison
In the heart of St. Mary's Hospital, nestled within the bustling cityscape, lay the Intensive Care Unit, a place where life and death danced on a delicate tightrope. Amongst the hushed whispers of nurses and the constant hum of machinery, a tale whispered through the corridors—a tale of the spectral presence of Dr. Harrison, the esteemed physician who had passed away years ago yet lingered in the shadows of the ICU.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Dusk: A Night of Unseen Terrors
As twilight descended upon the quiet suburban neighborhood, a group of friends gathered at Ethan's house for what was supposed to be a fun-filled evening of games and laughter. Little did they know, the shadows lurking within the confines of his home harbored secrets that would soon unfold into a night of unimaginable horror.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Goa Highway: A Journey Into Unseen Terror
In the heart of India's sunshine state, where palm trees sway in the gentle breeze and the ocean's embrace whispers tales of tranquility, lies a stretch of the road unlike any other. The Goa Highway, a ribbon of asphalt cutting through dense forests and sleepy villages, is a passage to paradise for many. Yet, beneath its picturesque facade, lies a dark secret—an enigma that defies explanation and terrifies those who dare to tread its path after dusk.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
The Snow One
Dark. The sun was low but rising. Rolling deep from fresh fallen flake, a mallow mush of pasty white. Snow-Body barely a droplet, barely baring a bust or body, barely a mound worth kicking on passing. But Snow-Body snows and Snow-Body waited til by passing a deal was made.
By L.Clabrough2 years ago in Fiction
The Battle Within
In a beautiful flowers nursery nestled among green hills and lush trees, Iqra lived with her parents, Ahmed and Fatima. They worked hard to take care of the delicate flowers, finding joy in the simple beauty of nature.
By M.Fiaz2 years ago in Fiction