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The Bridge: Chapter Five
If Cahira hadn’t drawn my attention to the sight before me, I would have thought I was hallucinating. Hallucinating would make sense; I was exhausted, hungry, faced with the immediate threat of a possible raider. Everyone has their limits. I could definitely be hallucinating.
By Chloë J.5 years ago in Fiction
Between the old and the new
Matty Bartlett sat in the loft of the old red barn. The doors were swung wide open and he dangled his legs over the edge, breathing in the night sky as he tried to catch his breath. Sorrow had him in her sights this night, and as hard as he tried to free himself, the memory of holding his Pops in his arms as he died just held him tight.
By Georgie5 years ago in Fiction
The "Long Thaw" & The History of Flag Football
There is this little-known story that I have heard about firestone park. It goes way back, and the origin story is just word of mouth. Although there is an incredible message and several older folks who believe the story to be true, there is no documentation of the story. I always love to tell it because after covering firestone park tournaments for nearly 25 years, I realized that stats, awards, and coverage are a great way to expose the greatness of our youth. I also realized that there are just certain athletes and certain individuals whose name only appears on the rosters, no jaw-dropping stats, no individual awards, sometimes they are not even on championship teams. But these same athletes and individuals, let's call them nameless ones, without the stats without awards these folks, never have their greatness exposed. And yet these players and these individuals make all the sacrifices, put in all the work, and achieve greatness in silence. It is these types of people and stories that I love to talk about the most.
By Elijah Davis5 years ago in Fiction
Shelter
Faerie and Anthony found Eric and Jason in the garden on the way back to the house. It was getting close to lunchtime and Anthony wanted to check on Amanda. She was in the kitchen working like nothing was different from the day before. However, Faerie could see a difference in her eyes and the expressions on her face. Ason leaving had really hurt her.
By Dawn Salois5 years ago in Fiction
The Pack Walk
For most people, the best thing about turning 21 is being able drink alcohol legally. For Radley, it was being drive commercially over the interstate.
By M. K. Whitson5 years ago in Fiction
Friends and Neighbours
In the morning, I called Bobbi. As my real estate agent, she knew a thing or two about my house and as my neighbour, she had a husband who knew how to fix things. Ira came over, and I took him down to the basement to show him the water pump. He said it looked like a good pump and it was quite new, so he tried to prime it, but no luck, it just kept running and still no water. He talked to me as he worked, and I only understood half of what he said. He was the first of my Nova Scotian neighbours I'd met. Bobbi, his wife, my realtor, was from Tennessee, so she had that great Southern drawl. Ira spoke in true Cape Island speak. He suggested we go out to check the well. I nodded and smiled as I processed the words I heard, into words I know. We went outside to the little house that is the well. Lifting off the roof, we peered over the edge.
By Kim Smerek5 years ago in Fiction
A Wise Fisherman and the Greedy Gatekeeper
In our country Pakistan, there are different types of fish, but in our province of Sindh, it has a type of fish called "Pala fish" which is delicious, tasty and nutritious or powerful.
By Mohammad Arif5 years ago in Fiction
Out of Quarantine
I was a week into my two weeks of mandatory quarantine, checking in with the Nova Scotia government everyday, verifying that I hadn't left my property or come in contact with anyone, since entering the province.
By Kim Smerek5 years ago in Fiction
CYCLE III
When the CYCLE first began, our most precious resource vanished. With society unable to reproduce, the remaining children became more vulnerable than ever. Treated as commodities, they were bought and sold. The enormous desire to become a parent was prevalent, sought by the most affluent of social classes.
By A. W. Knowland5 years ago in Fiction
Conversations With Yourself
“If...if you had all the money in the world, what would you do” “I would help people.... my family, friends...” “What about everyone else?”
By Q-ell Betton5 years ago in Fiction
Radio Silence
*Authors Note* I started this story back in November 2015 (before the pandemic, eerily, considering the subject matter), and stopped writing it in December 2015 when my mom passed away. So I'm sharing it in parts, and hoping to finish it as I share it here (I have 50,000 words written so far, so a large chunk).
By Caitlin McColl5 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Places (Part 3)
Continued from Part 2 Morty motioned us off the road when we reached the spot where it curved sharply to the right and then started dropping into the valley below. We moved into the trees while making our way down closer to the warehouse we had seen the day before.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Fiction