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A Winter Devotional. Winner in The Ritual of Winter Challenge.
Large, fluffy white flakes swirl slowly to the ground in a gentle, choreographed waltz. Safe and warm inside my house, wrapped in a cozy blanket on the velvet couch, I watch in silence through the huge front window as everything becomes white. The world, time itself, lessens its pace to match the cadence of the first true snowfall.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout a month ago in Humans
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I pat my brows with a handkerchief I fancy, and I think about the plight we are in today; it makes me squirm. In all my words you seek to find a formula, but your ledgers are filled with trending tabs (ephemeral tallies). You make me feel like I should be held in a box. It is impossible for someone to grow or be better than they were yesterday; simply by choice, they wish to step back and publish a little slower, less frequently.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a month ago in Writers
Foxglove Public Library
First off, congratulations! You have been selected for this position as overnight library security based off your unique qualifications, indomitable spirit, and impressive mental fortitude. We would like to offer you a few instructions and helpful tips to make your first and future shifts here as smooth and easy as possible. Read thoroughly and keep this sheet on you at all times. The last thing you want is for the shadows in the corner of the breakroom to find it. Once again, welcome to the team!
By M. A. Mehan about a month ago in Fiction
Afternoon Communion
I had a visitor in my classroom the other day. She, unknowingly, flew into a storm of cacophony and swarms of students swatting at her. She found a safe place to land and made her way over to my desk where she climbed onto a note pad and passed the time grooming herself and studying me with quiet curiosity. I was able to release her onto a Texas Sage bush right outside my classroom window.
By Sara Littleabout a month ago in Poets
The Neighbourhood Christmas Tradition. Content Warning.
This is Part Two of The Neighbourhood Christmas Tradition. If you haven’t read Part One yet, you can find it here. When I get home, there’s an afternoon breeze, so I decide to eat dinner in my backyard. As I’m sitting at the table, I look over at my empty garden bed and remember that I have to do something about it. It almost looks as though the previous tenant's plants were pulled out and new soil was added, ready for a fresh start.
By Sandy Gillmanabout a month ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 25
Kunya awoke to the smell of breakfast that included chai and cinnamon flavored hot tea. "Good morning, Kunya!" The two merfarie princesses, Pori and Villi, greeted her. They sat comfortably around a small table. The morning sun was shining beautifully through the window panes. For a split second, the sun glinted off of the small bottle that hung around Pori's neck.
By Rowan Finley about a month ago in Fiction
Bitched from the Start
That’s the hard part, becoming objective. That’s why Dr. Evans made me write in third person. He said I was self-indulgent when I wrote in first person, overly charmed by my own voice and words. I’m also guilty of wanting to tell a story because it’s mine.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Writers
Don't Open the Door
Wakey, wakey! Congratulations! You're alive! That's more than most people can say right now. That's the good news. Here's the bad news: pulling through them injuries was the easy part. If you're reading this, it prolly means something's happened to me, and I can't take care of you or the other survivors no more.
By Tyler Clark (he/they)about a month ago in Fiction
