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Silent Pleas
At first, it didn't feel real. I felt as if I had woken up in a dream. I could smell fresh linens, as if mother had emptied the dryer that morning. I could almost hear her footsteps coming up the stairs as I came to, ready to be greeted by the fresh scent of ground coffee.
By Amber Bristow2 years ago in Fiction
The Frame
Evelyn leant against the wall, an empty hook above her, a frame three feet from her lay on the ground looking a little more tattered than moments before. It contained a photograph from four years prior of herself and her only love, Henry. Her heart was racing, her mind confused - this was the second time the photo had hurled itself backward off its hook. “Are you there, love?” she thought, focusing on trying to bridge the void between the world and the other side. He’d been gone for two years, three months and 17 days now, yet she could still feel his hand in hers, butterflies in her stomach as though it were the first time 61 years ago. “If you’re there, do it again,” she silently dared him. She braced herself as she rehung the picture. Nothing. She sighed and wandered into the kitchen to make herself her 10:00am international roast coffee. Just as she was opening a packet of scotch finger biscuits to have on the side, *THWACK!* the biscuit packet split open wide as Evelyn jumped through the roof. She dared to glance into the living room. Sure enough, the picture frame was in the middle of the room, face up, perfectly centred with Henry’s shining eyes looking directly up at a photo of the two of them together on their wedding day. “What a beautiful day that was, love. The happiest day of my life,” Evelyn urged through the void. With that, the lamp beside the couch flickered. Evelyn’s grandchildren had told her that the morning Henry had passed, they had all experienced varying power failures at their houses. They’d speculated it was Henry’s sign that he was still somewhere in the universe, a play on their surname of “Power.”
By Renessa Norton2 years ago in Fiction
What to Believe?
You probably won’t believe what I’m about to tell you, and I can’t say that I blame you for being skeptical. Really, with all this disinformation floating around the web, it’s hard to know what’s real. For example, did you know Elvis is alive and living in a trailer park outside of Vegas, and how about all those pictures of Bigfoot? If it’s on the internet it must be true, right?
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
Hell is a Waiting Room
She detested waiting rooms. All of them. Even the most pleasantly appointed rooms were awful and no one was ever glad to be there. They were always swirling whirlpools of anxiety and anticipation as people waited for whatever fate would befall them upon the calling of their name.
By Christine Meush2 years ago in Fiction
Chance
The Prompt Convey a deep conversation between two individuals without uttering a single word aloud. Chance He had been listening to "The Crossing" by Big Country before he came out, he loved the guitar sound and the e-bow and those songs would never leave him. He played that album almost every day.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
The Monsters Within
There are monsters under the city, says Corina's dead mother’s voice, a ghost of an echo that seeps into her mind across time and memory. These words, brimming with portent, have coalesced into reality, made flesh in the form of a homeless man now sitting across from Corina on the subway, somewhere in the underbelly of Lower Manhattan.
By Dooney Potter2 years ago in Fiction
