Stream of Consciousness

The Ghost in the Shadows
It's now late. The pulsating heartbeat of the city can be heard through the fissures in the pavement, pulsating against the walls of buildings that have witnessed more deaths than lives. Through the shroud of cigarette smoke that envelops me like a comfortable cloak, I am able to hear the buzz of neon lights flashing all around me. I inhale deeply, the smoke enveloping my lungs and escaping into the darkness, leaving behind a taste of remorse and experiences from the past.
By QuirkTalesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Rose That Waits
Rose! On seeing Asher; Rose rushed into his arms. Rose couldn't help but cry as she melted into Asher's arms. She hadn't even looked at his face completely.
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Fiction
Chapter 1: Whispers at Twilight
Note: This is a completely new genre for me and I wanted to write in a way that makes people contemplate their own life. I hope this shows in the first chapter, however, please comment with any advice as I did enjoy writing like this and I would like to fully refine the first book draft.
By Daniel Millingtonabout a year ago in Fiction
Unseen Beginnings
All I remember opening the coffee beans this morning before the family woke. The aroma of robust beans teased my senses that an energy award was near. Before taking the fresh beans to the grinder, an ear-piercing scream scattered my solitude. Startled from the coffee, I ran towards my wife’s cry for help. Taking the steps two at a time, I followed her panicked cry for “Call 911” a faint whimpering sound echoed down the hallway.
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Fiction
A Chase to Remember (Marked by Love). Content Warning.
Giusi Eligio had never imagined that ten years of marriage could end with just a signature. Two weeks ago, his wife left with the kids, and since then, he’d been hovering, lost in the silence of an empty home. However, he still had to go to work. After all, he had to earn a living.
By Ina Zeneliabout a year ago in Fiction
The Photograph
Sarah stared at the photograph on her phone, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips. It was a candid shot: her two sons, eight-year-old Leo and six-year-old Finn, nestled comfortably in Emily’s lap, their faces flushed with the happy exhaustion of a long track meet. Emily, her ex-husband Mark’s fiancée, had an arm draped casually around them, her own smile warm and genuine.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
IF ONLY THEY KNEW WHAT SHE DOES IN THE DARK TO HAVE LIGHT SKIN TONE
Kemi scrapes her beautiful melanin off her skin every night in order to get light skin! You must be wondering why. Well, it started this way: Kemi was born into a household where love was conditional, and worth was measured by appearance. Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Adeyemi, were well-respected in their Lagos community, but behind closed doors, their favoritism was glaring. Kemi's dark skin was the source of their disdain, while her younger sister, Funke’s lighter complexion earned her unearned adoration.
By Tellerabout a year ago in Fiction
Justin Baldoni’s Witty Retort to Ryan Reynolds: A Subtle Comeback in the Spotlight
Hollywood thrives on drama, both on and off-screen, and when two charismatic stars like Justin Baldoni and Ryan Reynolds are involved, sparks of humor and wit are bound to fly. Recently, a deleted scene from Ryan Reynolds’ Deadpool & Wolverine surfaced online, capturing widespread attention. In the scene, Reynolds, known for his sharp humor, made a direct jab at Baldoni. While many anticipated silence or a public statement, Baldoni’s response through his lawyer was as clever as it was unexpected, proving once again that Hollywood isn’t just about acting—it’s about crafting the perfect narrative.
By mureed hussainabout a year ago in Fiction
Freedom or Fire, Future's Precursor
To anyone who may wish to listen, I am writing this when I should be focusing on the future. Weaving words I've picked up from here and there into a stuttered, not quite paradisaic, but hope-filled future. Two stories are on my mind that are begging to be told. But, my mind is fried. For the moment at least. My mind can't cope with weaving words... into a stuttered, realistic if still fanciful take on the future. The future we all have ahead of us. I will get there, but for now I am writing this ridiculous poem. A stab in the dark at clearing my mind a little, as I cough up all kinds of muck from my lungs and try to stay focused. I see various railway stations in my mind, a catastrophic ending of life in each around the world at the same time, relative to time zones. London Waterloo I was defeated, you won the war
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ximenia's Whisper
The parched earth cracked beneath Evelyn’s fingertips, mirroring the fissures in her own heart. The garden, usually a vibrant sanctuary, was now a muted landscape of browns and yellows, a testament to the relentless drought.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Zoë Saldaña’s Golden Moment: An Emotional First Win at the Golden Globes
In a career spanning decades and countless iconic roles, Zoë Saldaña achieved a monumental milestone that left her visibly emotional and deeply moved. At the 81st Golden Globe Awards, the 46-year-old star, beloved for her versatility and magnetic on-screen presence, took home her first-ever Golden Globe for Best Supporting Actress in a Musical/Comedy. This honor, a testament to her talent and dedication, was for her role in a critically acclaimed project that showcased her depth as an artist.
By mureed hussainabout a year ago in Fiction
The Shepherd and the Sea
The sun, a molten coin sinking into the Aegean, painted the hills of ancient Laconia in hues of burnt orange and deep violet. Sixteen year old Leonidas, his skin burnished by the relentless sun and hands roughened by years of tending his father’s flock, watched the sheep graze. The rhythmic clanging of their bells and the rustling of olive leaves were the soundtrack to his quiet existence. But beneath his placid exterior, a yearning stirred a whisper of a world beyond the familiar pastures.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction