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Guardian of Secrets
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering forests, there existed a secret that had been passed down through generations. It was a tale whispered in hushed tones, a story that danced on the edges of reality and myth.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
The Man
Sicily | 1943 Struggling to get the eggs over easy, she found a spatula and began scrambling. Skillfully using one hand, she cracked two more eggs with just her fingers, and added them to the hot skillet. Once the eggs reached her desired fluffiness, she tossed in a few slices of Pecorino cheese she cut from a cheese wheel left out on the counter top. Watching it melt, she used her spatula to mix the gooey magic together until the blend met her standards.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
"Move your long sticks, bro!"
The two friends went into the lake for a warm sunset swim, leaving the campfire high on. This was their first trip outside a tight group of six that they usually went with on so many different hiking and mountaineering adventures. This time they all had different study and work schedules and couldn’t do it all together.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction
“Decry of the werewolf flower-moon,” or “They always come back”. Content Warning.
He had always been in love with the story of The Giving Tree. It was something that deeply rooted his feelings on human nature and relationships. Since a child, his mother would read the book like a Bible, every night, before bed.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Fiction
Amelia the Historian of Ravenswood
In the heart of the mist-covered moors, there stood a forgotten manor, its crumbling facade adorned with ivy and secrets. The villagers whispered of its cursed past, of the tragic family that once called it home, and of the darkness that lurked within its walls. Ravenswood, the sign had written, population 1,030. Below that was another that read; Ravenswood Asylum 1 Miles Northwest, Ravenswood Manor East 2 Miles. Written below the Manor was a barely legible handwritten note that read, “rent erode ton” there seemed to be more, but the writing was too faded for her to read.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
Hedera Helix
Sicily | 1943 Dry, cracked fingers wrapped around her throat. She was pushed up against the glass of the double-doors, which nearly broke open from the force. His speed was unlike anything Corrado had ever seen, which is why he reacted later than he should have.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Gray Church - Part 3. Content Warning.
The Gray Church Part 3 ‘Help me out, please.’ The voice from under the car said. It was such a fragile and scared voice. I looked down at the hand and saw wrinkled fingers and a wrist so small I could wrap my own fingers around it.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
The Gray Church - Part 2. Content Warning.
The Gray Church Part 2 The clown opened its mouth, and I noticed blood dripping from its teeth. Within that instant the adrenaline in my body helped me push myself from under the car to begin running toward the police lights. I heard the clown rush to my side of the vehicle, but I didn’t want to stop and look.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Conversations
In a quaint town nestled between rolling hills and murmuring streams, there existed an old, weathered cafe named "Echoes." Its name derived from the peculiar quality of the place - conversations seemed to linger in the air long after they had ceased. It was said that if one listened closely, they could hear the echoes of past dialogues, whispers of love, arguments, and laughter.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
The Unlikely Victory
In the heart of a small town nestled between rolling hills and sprawling fields, there stood a weathered old stadium. Its wooden bleachers creaked with age, and its paint peeled in patches, but every Friday night, it came alive with the energy of the townsfolk who gathered to cheer on their high school sports teams.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
Serendipitous Encounters
In the heart of the Aegean Sea lies the enchanting island of Santorini, a place where azure waters meet towering cliffs adorned with whitewashed buildings. It was on this picturesque island that Sarah found herself one summer, seeking solace from the chaos of everyday life and hoping to uncover a sense of serenity amidst the cobblestone streets and breathtaking sunsets.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
