Stream of Consciousness
Hester and the Sams
Hester rises with the buzzing of the alarm and stretches long to wake up her muscles. Yawning, she busies herself to start the day. Nudging her human mama awake, licking kisses upon her nose and cheeks, she meows her reminder that it is time for the morning dish of cream.
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Fiction
Open Books
What can we learn from an open book? To me there are many things and ideas that one can learn from an open book. In reading nursery rhymes one can learn proper manners from what not to do, as seen in several of these rhymes. In reading short stories one learns the basics of structure and still learn the intricate ways to get along with others and begin to understand why certain things happen basically. In reading novels, the learning continues with even more intricate details of what is happening in the book and in even in living life.
By Mark Graham11 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 8: Fight back! Today, Gary was walking to school a lot slower than he usually would. He was constantly looking around his surroundings, checking if there wasn’t anybody following him. He had recognised the three deceased gang members on TV as the same ones who had been after him at the construction site.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi11 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 6: Werewolf Werewolf. Gary had seen the concept of the mythological creature being used in books and movies, but he had never really been the type to pay too close attention to these things. Thinking back to the few films he had watched with such being, a certain thought came to his mind.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi11 months ago in Fiction
The Orrery of Sundering Glass
Time fractured in the middle of the parlor, its innards spilling into the cobbled air in a slow-motion deliquescence. Gears wheezed as they twisted inside out, unspooling moments long since calcified. A skeletal-grinned clock spun its hands backward, carving rifts in the velvet of reality—each tick-tock a heartbeat in a body too vast to name.
By Zazie Productions11 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 5: What am I? Gary’s eyes started to flutter open slowly as he was regaining consciousness. The first thing he saw were some very tall trees above him. The sky was gray, making it hard to tell if it was just about to turn to night or whether it would soon be day again. As he lifted up his body, he noticed the sound of ruffling, which turned out to come from the many leaves underneath him.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi11 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 4: The System The explanation from Damion continued about today’s special task. There were five briefcases in front of them, and there were five of them. Each person was to deliver the suitcase in front of them to the correct location safely, and naturally they had all been given different locations.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi11 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Over the summer holidays, it had been an eventful time for Gary. It was not just because he had chosen to dye his hair and get a new look, but because he had come to the decision to join a gang. Something that he had kept hidden from his friend, his mother and even sister didn’t know about.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi11 months ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 2: The Game Of Rugby A loud piercing sound entered the ears of the students as the whistle was blown. It served as a reminder to everyone out on the school field that it was time for their daily warm-up, meaning they had to run two big laps around the school field.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi11 months ago in Fiction
A Little Imagination And A Steady Breeze
* I'd been watching butterflies breaking the mind's imagination for years, ever since I was a little girl watching their acrobatics from my mama's porch swing. Their bright colors and effortless flutter always amazed me. All this power, packed into such a beautifully fragile frame coming and going with graceful ease and before you knew it, it was gone again. Off to another flower, another cattail reed or maybe even, another dimension.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Fiction
