Stream of Consciousness

The Magical Kingdom of Gibeon
The Magical Kingdom Once upon a time, in a magical kingdom, there lived a brave knight, a wise wizard, a kind princess, and a preacher's daughter. This kingdom was known for its enchanting beauty and mystical creatures that roamed its lands.
By Gina R (Gibana)2 years ago in Fiction
Deep In The Wooden Chest
It’s been almost a year now since Alex picked me up. I highly doubt she remembers where she put me. I’ve been tucked away inside her journal for safe keeping. It and I keep Alex’s secrets. Only now I’m somewhere they can never be told. I was her muse. We were supposed to add beauty into this world, instead, somehow, the darkness swallowed me up too. I know she still loves me because I was not placed carelessly about but safely inside her hand-crafted wooden chest… I’m buried at the bottom; underneath a pair of ripped jeans hardly worth saving let alone wearing and some old concert tickets almost completely faded. Some days I’m confident Alex will remember where she left me. I see a glimpse of light thru a hole of the jeans. I think, “She’ll pull me out for sure”. Nope, she’s just grabbing a sweater, nope she’s just grabbing a favorite tee. Today is not the day she wants her muse back. One day just not today. I lay there tucked away in her journal. I lie with all her hopes and dreams. The stories that have no ending. I lie quietly waiting for the chance to show the world how perfectly wonderful her words truly are…
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Fiction
Gus the Bus
This story was inspired by Lucas Marcus, Facebook group: The Writer's Forum. Lucas posted the picture asking, "If this bus was a character in your book. What name would you her or him?" I saved the picture, because I liked it and wanted to see what I could do with it. Thus, Gus the Bus was born.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
A tribe named Judah
In the heart of a lush, forgotten jungle, nestled between towering trees and winding rivers, there existed a tribe named Judah. Their existence was a harmonious dance with nature, and their spirits were woven into the fabric of the ancient land they called home.
By Sharon Oyibo2 years ago in Fiction
À Propos Of The Falling Snow. Content Warning.
You will tell me, gentlemen, how inappropriate and undesirable my following comments are, and how only a fool, a desparate lunatic would think up and share such things with others.
By YonathanJ2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Oak & Acorn - Episode 6
The School Play and a Father's Applause The final curtain fell, leaving behind a silence heavier than the standing ovation that had just rocked the auditorium. Elias, bathed in the stage's fading spotlight, felt the echo of applause still tingling in his bones, yet a different kind of tremor ran through him now. It was the tremor of fear and anticipation, of standing on the precipice of something new, something he wasn't sure he was ready for.
By J.mellal2 years ago in Fiction
Blurry lines
A Micro-fiction in rhythm * I’ve misplaced my glasses. It seems I always do. Just when I think I’ve found a great place to hold them,
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Fiction
Staircase In The Forest
How did I get here? Isn't that the question of the ages? I'm not quite sure myself, but I've been here for a while. Long enough to watch the trees grow from saplings to towering oaks. Long enough to see the constellations shift, and the seasons come and go.
By B2 years ago in Fiction
Pockets of Time
"Pockets of Time" In the bustling city of Strathmore, Alex, a dedicated museum curator with a penchant for history, stumbles upon an archaeological marvel during an excavation. Among the artifacts uncovered, an ancient pocket watch catches Alex's attention. Little does Alex know that this seemingly ordinary timepiece holds the key to a remarkable journey through the ages.
By Kiruthika Gopalakrishnan2 years ago in Fiction
Bird's Eye View
Mackenzie Davis set us some mean challenge! Yes, she did! To get those grey cells a-buzzing and a-spitting and producing some of that storytelling magic here in the grand old year of 2024. Yes, sirree! And here's my little effort, for the high-flying birdie in the photo. He looks like he's a-having a fine time of it, don't he?
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
"THE MOONBEAM CAFE LOVE". Top Story - January 2024. Content Warning.
This is a fictional story. All characters are fictional. This is a creation from the author, Vicki Lawana Trusselli's brain of visual dreams of life. Venice Beach and North Hollywood are real places. The cafe, apartment and story are fictional.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Fiction
The world
The world underwent a profound transformation in the early 21st century, driven by a convergence of technological, environmental, and social factors. Advancements in artificial intelligence, coupled with breakthroughs in renewable energy, reshaped industries and economies. A global commitment to sustainability emerged as climate change accelerated, leading to a shift away from fossil fuels and the widespread adoption of clean energy sources.
By Finley Mathieu Rougé2 years ago in Fiction