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The Revolt in Ashdale
The river ran backward on the day the Queen vanished. Word had quickly spread through the entire village. Anna had experienced it herself. As usual, she had been down by the riverside washing the household laundry. It was hard work, especially in the cool autumn air. Anna was the youngest maid, sent out to earn her own bread and to learn.
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Fiction
The Missing Story
Rainy A pleasant aroma wafted around Rainy, cocooning her in a cloud of fresh tropical breeze. She’d never smelled anything so wonderful before. As a microfiction about Alaska, she usually felt so cold inside but she could feel a warmth spreading through her core to her limbs.
By D.K. Shepardabout a year ago in Fiction
Dear George
Dear George, Crooks is helpin' me write this. 'Cause you kno' I ain't good with words. I been thinkin' a lot. I wanna say sorry I make things hard for you. I kno' I ain't too smart. You always gotta look out for me. Sometimes, I think you'd be better off without me causin' trouble.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
Heavenly Seas Chapter Two
Theo needed calories after the heavy dancing. Heath’s stomach rumbled so much he couldn’t read anything from the library. Calvin ate to get his mind off his frustrations. Heath didn't think much of the buffet. What could a devout vegan like him have to eat when there was an assorted selection of fish? Fish…the smell of them made him flinch. Didn't help that his big brother would taunt him with a big plate of fish and meat. His stomach churned at the crisp animal flesh.
By Chloe Gilholyabout a year ago in Fiction
The ShambElla Saga
Introduction I've long had a fascination with the transformative power of decay. I recall as a child walking the streets of my neighborhood here on the East Side of Indianapolis, as I still do to this day. Indianapolis is what I've heard some describe as a "Swiss Cheese Ghetto". The East Side, especially, has some swanky gentrified communities nestled in between trash-ridden and crime-riddled neighborhoods. One can hear gunshots a few blocks away while they pay for their venti pumpkin spice latte!
By C. Rommial Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
