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Where’s Home?
Jake perched on a barstool at the NCO club, surrounded by fellow sergeants and their friends. The chief topic of conversation this evening was familiar to them all—Where’s Home? The subject usually came up when several were taking a leave and heading home for a visit. Descriptions of childhood places, brothers and sisters, or longtime friends inevitably followed. Home was always some place that anchored them, and drew them back from the far corners of the world. It was never a subject Jake enjoyed taking part in.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
The Price of Gold
Lenny had waited hours for the hen to abandon her nest in search of a meal. Drakes were known for “pumping and dumping” the hens, which meant that he only had to watch for the mother.
By Aphotic3 years ago in Fiction
Cinderella
My darling, Cinderella, to say that I am distraught is a mere fraction of the anguish that I feel. Disease has overcome me and I know I will not have a hand in raising you. I pray you have no worries in your life and that you are in good hands with your father. He is a predictable man. He is neither an angry nor an overly joyful person. Yet, I hope in his own way he is able to adequately express the love that you need. I am forever grateful for the remaining time we have together. You are the most precious little girl: kind, quiet, courageous, and a burst of happiness. I will hold you in my arms for however long I have left. And when the day comes for me to leave, I hope I am granted a glimpse of how life will treat you.
By Jennifer David2 years ago in Fiction
The Crow's Calling Card. Content Warning.
I stood alone in the cemetery of my failures, a graveyard of dead dreams buried under a thick layer of dust. My life's work of devices and contraptions lay scattered about the room like the carcasses of unused toys. Weathered paper tags served as their tombstones, identifying them for their intended purpose.
By B2 years ago in Fiction
L'il Red
The coughing continued all day, by dusk there was little hope. I had no choice if I didn't leave now mom wouldn't make it another twenty-four hours.
By JBaz2 years ago in Fiction
Cry of Strength
Chapter One: It’s Building Up Unknown Inside of me, there was always The melody of a song unheard.
By Khoi Verona2 years ago in Fiction
A Touch Of The Fey
Music rose from the depths of the glen. A beautiful, soft sort of music like the gentle patter of rain on summer leaves. This music calls to those who wander by, drawing them into the glen if they, as my mamo used to say, have a touch of the fey about them. Calling them into the gentle shade of the overhanging trees where the music will speak to them, if they can hear it.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
The Evening Weeping Hour
-unedited “Jesus Christ! What are you doing?!” the old man exclaimed, grabbing his hand. “Oh, my goodness,” I tilted the mouth of the glass decanter upwards as coffee overflowed from the white mug. A puddle emerged as I set the glass down. While gripping the metal banding of the booth table for balance, I reached for the napkin dispenser.
By Mi World2 years ago in Fiction
The Main Mane in Maine
This story was originally posted on Medium. Everyone knows about the small pride of lions that roam the woods here in this small, northern Maine town. Few of us have ever seen them. One time I thought I did… but no… it was just a few deer, thick and paunchy, with their heads lowered for a brief moment.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile2 years ago in Fiction
All Money Ain't Good Money, Tiff!
Here is my response to James & Oneg's You've Got Mail Challenge. We were asked to "Start a story/poem with the last line of an email or letter you recently received."
By Tiffany Gordon2 years ago in Fiction
East of the Sun & Text of the Moon
Dec 27th, 08.13EST >> From: Anna >> To: Dad > I don't need to think about it. I'll do it. You've got to have the best treatment to give you the best chance. This is the way.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Emissaries of Beyond: The Dark Between the Stars
Renowned for their theatrical concerts and extravagant light shows, the Emissaries of Beyond were pioneers of Eighties prog-rock. Their unique and self-described transcendent presence earned them a cult following, with fans flocking to witness their live shows. Some had described the experience as an awakening, others as if they had been transported to other worlds. Truly, they were giants of the genre.
By Bron James2 years ago in Fiction