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defenestration
Defenestration: throwing a person or object out a window * Connection to me: Many decades ago, when the earth was green… Italian was one of my High School subjects. Note, I never claimed to have learnt Italian! Sadly, I was least proficient in it, out of all my subjects However, for some bizarre reason, finestra is one of the few Italian words I still recall. Apparently finestra originated from a similar Latin word fenestra. From there, it’s just a tiny skip to defenestration! Whilst clearly not a wise or kind action, it certainly makes for a dramatic scene in a book or movie!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Fiction
Destruction of a Windy Day
Far off in the distance, behind the cliff where wind perched, the mountains settled into rolling plains. Across the horizon, a wall began forming, dark and ominous. Made of an entirely different type of cloud then those that rain played in above the ocean or the fluffy ones in whose folds the sun snoozed. Wind knew that hail hid in the dark folds of these vapors and electricity sizzled, waiting to be set free. Storm had come out to play and wind eagerly raced from the cliffside to join in.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout a year ago in Fiction
A Crown in Shadows
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished, and it would continue to do so, until her Majesty’s funeral had concluded. The funeral hadn’t yet begun, in fact, the rivers in the Queendom of Lubel running backwards was the first sign to her people that Her Majesty had passed. Members of royalty don’t just vanish in Lubel, it is the first of the three stages of a Monarch’s death.
By Liam Stormabout a year ago in Fiction
The Thief of magical stories
'The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished.' Queen Justia of the very successful "Ye Olde Quaint Story Emporium", a city of magical story writers, was nowhere to be found. Someone must have snatched her sometime between "Storytide and Midnighthush", when the authors finally relinquished their pens, closed their eyes and slumbered, while dreaming of sugar plum stories and storks bearing babies made entirely of thousand dollar bills.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Fiction
The GoldFinch
A/N: The following story was created for the second round of NYC Midnight’s 500-Word Short Fiction Challenge. The prompts were A Fairy Tale/Fantasy, Forgiving, and A Pet Bird. The top 4 from each group moved on to the finals. I received 5th place and an honorable mention, just missing the cut-off.
By Kenny Pennabout a year ago in Fiction
A Decade of Decline. Runner-Up in Fantasy Prologue II Challenge.
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Raindrops leapt from puddles and took to the sky. In the hills, snowflakes drifted upward to rejoin the clouds, and avalanches climbed to the mountain peaks. On the coast, the sea un-lapped the sand, crested backward, and waved goodbye.
By Tyler Clark (he/they)about a year ago in Fiction
One Unchecked Box
"Republished" because it was the only way to add the embed for the newly recorded audio version of this story due to the Top Story badge. Plus it serves as a nice, informal announcement of the podcast's revival for another season (go subscribe!):
By Stephen A. Roddewig5 months ago in Fiction
Soul Stealers
The midnight moon disappeared behind the storm clouds brewing on the horizon, and I wanted to settle my tired bones into my bed before the torrential rains swept across the valley. As I peddled my bike toward my uncle's estate, I felt a shift in the night air.
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Fiction
