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Etched out ghost town
Red was always trying to figure out who she was. She always sought out male friends over female, even as she usually had many female friends. She felt comfortable kicking back and cursing and talking loudly about crass subjects she had absolutely no idea about, but felt happy to sink into with her male compatriots.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
The Mountain and the Valley
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was the Mountain Spirit, Akwuk, expelled to her foothills, who sent up the cumuli to the rosy ceiling suspended between Kmarkn’s western and eastern peaks. A month past, Akwuk had come down from the mountain and entered the valley of Kmarkn at evening. She had passed through the line of cedars that divided her realm from Axwiy’s. Perhaps at this point, the Valley had sensed the Mountain’s unhallowed entry, or heard the strident thrum of its elysian heart on the night air.
By Jennifer A. G.3 years ago in Fiction
The Indigo Child
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. A haze would descend upon the fields as tiny purple seeds planted themselves gently. Each seed carried a love; a love of sky and water entwined to give life. And life grew. Luscious flora bloomed releasing sweet scents, and wildlife twittered and skittered around a blossoming world. Harmony reached its roots deep into the land and caressed its matter, “You matter, land”.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Fiction
Kali and the Myth of the Dschungel
In the heart of the tangled Dschungel, there lived a creature of darkness, a black puma with a voice unlike any other. Kali, they called it, possessed an uncommon talent, the power of speech. For ages, Kali had wandered through the jungles, keeping a watchful eye on the denizens that roamed in its midst.
By Centina Alexa König-Weichhardt3 years ago in Fiction
A Cuppa
A Cuppa D. A. Ratliff She lived in a little cottage up the lane. You know the place. A narrow leaf-strewn path through the woods glowing from dappled sunlight shining down. At the path’s end, a stone wall seemingly built before the dawn of time—the stones worn and pitted, moss in the crevices, and ivy creeping over the top—enclosed a tiny cottage. The arched wooden gate with openings in the slats allowed you to peek into the small flower-filled yard.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction
Tour Guide
"Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. This phenomenon marked a new age of human history, the revelation that we were not alone. This phenomenon coincided with the arrival of the Elhokai people, on this spot, 8th of March, 2019."
By Paul Martyn3 years ago in Fiction
