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You are sitting, staring at the green of the typewriter. It is enticing, nauseating. You gaze at its alignment, its decorative aspect. That is why you took it with you, after all: to garnish the space.
By Cali Loriaabout a month ago in Fiction
Something Has Already Begun (We Just Don’t Know What Yet)
They didn’t realize it had started until they were already standing inside of it. Not inside a room, not inside a decision — just inside a feeling, the way you sometimes find yourself already halfway down a hill before you remember choosing to walk.
By Lawrence Leaseabout a month ago in Fiction
The Wax and the Flight
By the time the world decided it loved the story, the wax had already been swept into a jar and buried behind the oil amphorae.
By Lawrence Leaseabout a month ago in Fiction
In Dark Trees
Introduction This is inspired by the image shared on Facebook by The Enchanted Booklet here: The music is "In Dark Trees" by Brian Eno.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Fiction
Where the Water Moves One Way and the Truth Moves Another
The river had always flowed uphill, though no one in Bellmere ever said it that way. They said instead that the town was “cleverly engineered,” or that the water simply “knew where it needed to go.” Children were taught in school that Bellmere sat on a rare but perfectly respectable incline that confused outsiders more than locals. On field trip days, Mrs. Carrow would line the class up along the iron railing and point toward the water climbing, slow and patient, toward the distant hills.
By Lawrence Leaseabout a month ago in Fiction
The ghost of my past . Content Warning.
I stared at the letter right in front of me and could not begin to understand how it ended up in my apartment. How? I wondered.
By Minou J. Lindeabout a month ago in Fiction
The visitor. Content Warning.
I awoke to a flickering light in the hallway outside my bedroom, and I could not, for the life of me, remember whether I had blown out the candle or not.
By Minou J. Lindeabout a month ago in Fiction
Heart divided by light and darkness. Content Warning.
I had fallen for them both. The man who would sacrifice the world to be with me, and the one who would sacrifice himself for me.
By Minou J. Lindeabout a month ago in Fiction
Nosferotu Zavi. Content Warning.
~ Nosferotu Zavi ~ Backstory Blog ~ Nosferotu - one of the most rebellious of Lord Zavi's children - once he was eight years old, he was always sneaking out at night, many rumors claimed he never slept in their small castle.
By Mel E. Furnishabout a month ago in Fiction
Marshall's Observations. Runner-Up in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge.
Marshall watched seagulls and crows playing in the wind among pink-tinted cloud beds that slowly turned gray as the sun hung at the sea's horizon. He used his iPhone to focus on the reflections in the water and snapped a photo. He liked the result; it showed a butterscotch sun sitting on the water below a pink cloud, with the ferry in the foreground.
By Andrea Corwin 2 months ago in Fiction
To love the villain. Content Warning.
Most of us think the best of other people. We look for the goodness in them and expect it in return. And when reality doesn’t live up to that image, we are left heartbroken. Once we fall for that kind of person, that darkness… it’s almost impossible to escape.
By Minou J. Linde2 months ago in Fiction
Past Lives. Content Warning.
War made for odd couples. To Private Jim Mclellan, Sepp seemed a good man; better at least than some of the monsters he heard stories of deeper into the Reich. Real monsters. This Sepp almost reminded Jim of his uncle; the one from Wisconsin he met a few times at Weddings.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 months ago in Fiction