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~Fantastical!~ The Fairytale! Part 3!
~ A Night and a Day!~ Sleep, Sleep, Sleep, He did… The first night past And then the first day Came and went, So night befell again.
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Fiction
Badger's Encounter
Big Foot was gone instantly. “How can that brown shaggy creature disappear in this snow?” Myron asked. Angry it had kicked his dog, he was now in stalk mode, his scope over his shoulder.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
HeartWing Beat
The storm is gone but the freeze remains. I was one with the sky and I am now part of the snow. Bright white clouds my eyes. My shattered wings cling to my body. Jagged cold talons pierce between my feathers. But my heart still beats. Tiny newhatch wings pound in my chest.
By Em E. Lee2 years ago in Fiction
The Unseen Grasp
In the soft glow of his phone screen, Alex's excitement bubbled as he exchanged messages with Damien on Grindr. The mysterious user had a charming way with words, and the prospect of a rendezvous filled Alex with a mix of anticipation and nerves. Little did he know that the shadows of the past were already whispering their warnings.From the early days of their digital interaction, a spectral presence lingered on the fringes of Alex's consciousness. At first, it manifested subtly – a flicker of movement in the corner of his eye, a chilling breeze that seemed to carry a distant murmur. Alex, dismissive of the supernatural, brushed off these occurrences as products of his imagination. Perhaps stress from work or the strain of daily life was playing tricks on his mind.As his exchanges with Damien deepened, so too did the warnings from the unseen entity. The ghostly presence grew more insistent, attempting to communicate through Alex's dreams and sending cryptic messages reflected in mirrors. But Alex, firmly grounded in rationality, attributed these eerie happenings to stress-induced hallucinations.
By Yogitha S2 years ago in Fiction
Hunted
Laura gasped for breath as she cowered against a tree. Sleet whipped at her face as the wind howled, fiercely casting freshly lain snow back into the air. She trembled as she tried to slow her breathing. Where were the others?
By Sian N. Clutton2 years ago in Fiction
Footprints
Snow flurried around her as she stood in silence, frowning at the cabin. The calming quiet of thick, fresh snow, surrounded her.
By Sian N. Clutton2 years ago in Fiction
Time Travel
Time travel is commonly defined with David Lewis’ definition: An object time travels if and only if the difference between its departure and arrival times as measured in the surrounding world does not equal the duration of the journey undergone by the object.
By Rahab Kimondo2 years ago in Fiction
A Day at the Beach (Part 2). Content Warning.
I'm not good at serialisation but I had to return to Susan and Barney and their day at the beach which was a story I wrote back on January 16th. I didn't like leaving Susan like I did, nor Barney, in their plight and so, I've returned to expand on it. The first part is here:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Silo
I don't know which day I'll lose him, but I know it's coming. So, while the vet checks Silo's heartbeat, I put my head down and pray as it's the only thing keeping me from feeling useless. I pray that death would have a change of plans and reschedule for another day, another week, or another month. But seeing as the vet took off his stethoscope and stood over him in silence, I realized that my prayers went unanswered. “It may seem irregular now but he's already lost so much weight. His body no longer responds to the stimulants, and you already said that he's still vomiting a lot. I'm really sorry that there's not much I can do. Especially after all he's done for me.” Silo placed his paw on his hand and the vet nodded to him, leaving the room to prepare the discharge papers. Then Silo turned towards me with his round golden eyes filled with fatigue, he had been battling this kidney disease for almost a year. The nurse came in and gave us a brief explanation of the discharge papers before handing them over. Then I reached in my purse for the car keys and placed Silo in a carrier bag. The vet returned with one hand reaching out for the bag and the other holding out an umbrella. “I'll help you to your car. It's raining.” He helped us into the car, and I started the engine, waving goodbye as he stepped back. He gave a half-smile as he waved back, then dropped his umbrella after a few moments to let the rain wash away his guilt. The drive seemed long with only the sound of heavy raindrops to fill the silence; Silo didn't even have the energy to claw his way out. When we arrived home, I took off my coat and dried him off with a small towel from the closet, then reached for his food bag to prepare his bowl. But every time I reached for the bag, he would move my hand away, and after multiple attempts he bit me. I gave up and went to sit on the recliner, propping up my feet to relax. He moved his small staircase next to the recliner and climbed onto my lap, spinning around a few times before curling himself down facing me. We sat in silence for a long time looking at one another, thinking back to the time when we first met.
By Shatanya Sche2 years ago in Fiction
The Harvest of Fear: Pradeep's Terrifying Ordeal in Andhra Pradesh
In the sun-kissed fields of Andhra Pradesh, where the fertile soil yields bountiful crops, there lived a farmer named Pradeep. With calloused hands and unwavering determination, he toiled day in and day out to provide for his family and sustain his ancestral land. However, little did he know that amidst the tranquility of rural life, a sinister force lurked, waiting to unleash a nightmare upon him.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
Are we real
Was it love or was it desperation? Was it in the secret, tight spaces you held me so close? “Are we real?” we asked each other often.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Fiction
TALAASH
"Talaash" unfolds as a captivating narrative, inviting listeners into a world teeming with mystery, intrigue, and emotional depth. The tale revolves around Inspector Surjan Singh Shekhawat, a man grappling with the weight of profound loss following the tragic death of his young son. Haunted by grief and consumed by guilt, Shekhawat immerses himself in his work, seeking solace in the pursuit of justice.
By IIt / NEET stories2 years ago in Fiction