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No Land Weeps for Thee
The ice provides in this old land. Each morning, I sit on the porch I built overlooking the water. Today, icicles cling for dear life to the gutters while their friends, the snow mounds, hang on the white birch branches.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Black and White
The snow fell lightly in the darkness as I trudged along the slowly whitening sidewalk. The sound of my steps marking a lonely rhythm in the night air, my stomach clenched in ever-tightening knots.
By John Cox2 years ago in Fiction
The Edge
On my adventures I never thought I'd find the Edge. My tribe had prophecies of people finding the Edge, some tribespeople ventured out on their own, others were chosen, but out of everyone who left, no one ever returned.
By Liam Storm2 years ago in Fiction
Quitting
Light pierced the cold darkness when the door opened and my husband's face looked down upon me. Unshaven, with haggard eyes, I almost didn't recognize him. I hadn't seen him in this state since he had returned from Iraq. I screamed for attention but I could not utter a sound. His hand passed by me, grabbed a beer, and doomed me to the darkness once again. I remember almost nothing but sudden pain, my daughter's shrill scream, and then blackness.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
My Alien Vacation
For my school break, we went on vacation to a backwoods planet in some faraway galaxy. The inhabitants call it Earth. It is mostly visited by scientific expeditions and poachers looking for exotic pets to sell on the black market, but my parents thought that it would be a good learning experience for my little sister and me. They wouldn’t even let me take my immersive reality suit with me, so it was a real snore fest. At least, it would have been if they hadn’t let me take Zorg with us.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Fiction
Snowflakes
Flakes of snow insensitively gripped the edge of my jacket with the weight of my emotions. A tunnel of seductive light flooded a path from me to my front door. Low wailing encompassed the space around my dimly lit home while clouds of moisture colored themself from the fixtures of my abode.
By Desmond Shaw2 years ago in Fiction
The Fallen Sun
The sun lies discarded on the road. As if they were a piece of trash tossed out of a moving vehicle. Its rays flow onto the pavement like spilled golden paint, blinding those who stare for too long.
By Amethyst Champagne2 years ago in Fiction
The First Hunt
Two small ears pricked up from under layers of snow. Alright, I can do this, Thought the young Arctic fox. It was her first winter, and this was her first hunt.
By Jessica Phoenix2 years ago in Fiction
The House
The house wasn’t a home to any human. Anyone who’d ever been brave enough to venture into those woods knew that much, at least. But that wasn’t many people. The woods were pitch black in parts, and somehow seemed darker half of the time. No road led straight, and even the most accomplished trackers who’d tried to investigate the house came out of the woods days later, disoriented and battered, with no idea where they had been. It seemed the only way to find the house was by accident. Those who’d seen it were children, or teenagers, or sleepwalkers, or those so sad they’d simply wandered into the trees. The house called to them, and they answered. And sometimes, they came back.
By Emily Cummings2 years ago in Fiction
The Imperfect Day
The volume on the TV can never be left on an odd number; always even. Doors have to be fully shut or wide open, and the blinds have to be down below past the window seal, but not quite sitting on the radiator. Everything has to be a certain way, if not–chaos. When the routine breaks, it’s as if I break. Every piece of me becomes riddled with anxiety accompanied by the pain of uncertainty; a loss of control beyond my reach.
By Rosie J. Sargent2 years ago in Fiction
Traces of Cinnamon and Rhodium
This story was originally published in "The Fictioneer's Treasure Trove" on Medium. ************** Every time love struck… traces of cinnamon and rhodium were present at the scene. Every time love struck for Felicia, anyway.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile2 years ago in Fiction
Fearless Girl Lost to Charging Bull
Remember how I was placed right in front of you at first? How mad you were about that, looking at me with your blood-shot eyes like you'd charge right at me if you could? You then thought and now I agree with you fully that me challenging you like that was actually changing your meaning?
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction