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Bluey's Magical Birthday Adventure
It was Bluey's birthday, and she was beyond excited. She had invited all her friends, including Tootsy the tiny dragon and Kiara the snow-haired girl, to a big party in the backyard. But just as everyone was about to arrive, dark clouds gathered, and a loud rumble of thunder boomed through the air. Suddenly, big, fluffy snowflakes started falling from the sky, covering the party decorations and making everything look like a winter wonderland.
By Mayaabout a year ago in Fiction
Your Best Friend
“I love you,” Sayaka told Melanie one day after school, and meant it. The rain around them pounded against the concrete with powerful splatters, the sounds of the storm whipping in their ears. Melanie’s umbrella, clenched in both of Sayaka’s hands, careened dangerously to the left from the wind.
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Fiction
The Anti-Hero
"Even the brightest of souls can turn dark as a moonless night…" Ember was an innocent, she loved in the deepest ways a human could love.
By Tressa Roseabout a year ago in Fiction
Can't Beat the House
Lucía liked the Marcel-Wilsons. They treated her like family. Mostly. Lily and Max were good kids. The children had an enormous playroom with all manner of toys and games. The coolest thing, in her opinion was the House. She couldn't understand why the kids didn't play with it more.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Freefall
‘Let go of me go, please!’ Adam’s feet scraped across the grass as he struggled. ‘This isn’t funny. It’s too high!’
By Sian N. Cluttonabout a year ago in Fiction
White Shadow
Whether he was real or an Urban Legend he scared anyone who was out late alone. The rumour was that he had been abused and attacked and the gang tried to drown him in bleach.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Satan called. She Wants Her Coffee Black
In the depths of night, when shadows crawl, A phone rings out, an unholy call. Trembling fingers lift the receiver high, A voice like ash whispers from the other side. "My coffee, dear, you know how I take it, Black as sin, no cream to fake it. Bring it to me at the crossroads bare, Where lost souls wander in despair." The line goes dead, but the air still burns, As if all of Hell's fury churns. Footsteps echo on the kitchen tile, The brew drips slowly, all the while. With shaking hands, the mug is filled, Steam rises like spirits unkilled. Out into darkness, the offering goes, Where it ends, nobody knows. At the crossroads, she waits in red, Eyes are glowing like embers, long since dead. "My coffee, black," she purrs with glee, "And for payment? Your soul belongs to me." A sip, a smile, a flash of fire, The price of service is eternally dire. Remember well, when night falls deep, Satan's thirst is yours to keep.
By Uncledee'about a year ago in Fiction
Lifeless. Top Story - September 2024.
Sirens wailed. Jonny stared as bystanders rushed to the scene, pushing past him on the curb as though unaware he was there.
By Sian N. Cluttonabout a year ago in Fiction
Bella's Brilliant Rescue
In a forest filled with tall trees that whispered to each other in the wind, a big storm was brewing. Dark clouds gathered, and the air grew thick with electricity. Bella the bat, with her big, bright green eyes, sensed the change in the air. She fluttered her wings nervously, feeling the wind ruffle her soft, brown fur.
By Mayaabout a year ago in Fiction
Bella's Midnight Heist
In the land of Sparklewood, where the moon dipped into the horizon and painted the sky with hues of crimson and gold, a mystery was brewing. Bella the bat, with her sharp ears and inquisitive eyes, was perched on the windowsill of Professor Hootenanny's cozy little cottage. The Professor, a wise old owl with round glasses and big round eyes, was sipping tea and staring at a cryptic map spread out on his desk.
By Mayaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ultimate Cosmic Predators
### **Space Monsters: The Ultimate Cosmic Predators** Space has always fascinated humanity with its infinite possibilities, from the vastness of galaxies to the potential for extraterrestrial life. Among the many speculative ideas that have captured our imaginations, none are as thrilling—and terrifying—as the concept of space monsters. These cosmic beasts, born in the dark recesses of space, serve as both metaphors and warnings, illustrating our fears of the unknown and the potentially hostile universe that surrounds us.
By Someoneabout a year ago in Fiction
Green Heat
The bridge was collapsing and my baby and I were in the car. I scrambled to the backseat, in a desperate attempt to free her from her car seat. She was crying, I was crying, and my peacoat was suffocating me in the heat of my panic. I knew that I had no choice but to get her out, to get us off of the bridge that would otherwise kill us.
By Bria Lamonicaabout a year ago in Fiction