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That's No Dog Toy
I was dragged much longer than I’d like to admit, so I wont. What I will admit is that in those moments of shame, I began to believe that failure was possible. And that maybe I had been wrong about Arly all along. She didn’t want to be saved. She wanted to be free. I was wrong in thinking they meant the same thing.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
Ice Fishing
Anders was hungry with a craving for fish. Not dried but fresh. Not smoked but pink and plump. Saliva welled in his mouth as he thought of it. Spurred on by the prospect of his potential dinner, he threw some more logs onto the fire, not too high and not too many; just enough to smoulder. He moved the chair he'd crafted a little further away. Wood burnt well and fire didn't care in what form it found wood.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
A Gumshoe Kind of Christmas. Content Warning.
Mist from my vaporizer mixed with the steam coming from the Wilmington, Delaware streets. In my gumshoes, I walked stealthily. I saw him cross the street. He wore civilian attire, but I knew it had to be him by his gait. No sleigh, no clinging bells, no reindeer; the whole sense of his identity had been stripped away like gift wrap.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
The bucket that can't be thrown away
There was a station master named Chang Hong, During the Spring Festival travel rush, that's when he was the busiest. This year, the Spring Festival came around again, and on this day, Chang Hong was on the platform as usual to receive the train. As a train bound for Guangdong arrived, the flood of people almost knocked him off his feet. Among the crowd, one family stood out: a couple with two children. The man, looking foolish, was holding an empty bucket and pushing forward, oblivious to his wife and children. The woman, holding one child and carrying another on her back, was swaying and staggering from the pressure of the crowd, but the man paid no attention to them, clutching the bucket as if it were a precious treasure. Chang Hong took a closer look and realized it was a common paint bucket from construction sites, which could be used to hold water and as a stool when the paint was used up. There were plenty of such empty buckets on construction sites. Chang Hong was puzzled: Why was he treating this worthless thing like a treasure, ignoring his wife and children? Isn't he a man? Chang Hong couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward, and shouted at the man, "It's already a good thing to get on the train. Throw away that bucket and take your wife and children on board!"
By John Bruceabout a year ago in Fiction
Snow Good? Snow Way!
The snow looked fresh and pristine, and I hoped this would be fun. It looked so pretty when I gazed out the window, narrowing my deep-blue eyes against the glare of the sun. The snow magnified the sun’s sparkle, and it looked like a field of diamonds. So pretty.
By Laura DePaceabout a year ago in Fiction
For the love of a kiss
Not wanting to lose control, she tries to force a sense of calmness upon herself, breathing deeply and slowly as he packs the last of his belongings. Five years, she thinks, is a significant amount of time to be in someone's life. She has pleaded for days now, to try and get him to listen but to no avail.
By Paula Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
