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I Sing To Them. Content Warning.
I sing to them, the dear little children. With my feet. There is something about the sound that twists around inside their adorable heads and pulls all the right switches. I sing into the mist curling through the forest, and I can feel, in my gut and blood and bones, how it reaches them in their dreams.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
I Promise
I wasn’t even going to go to the party that night. There had been some people yelling and waving signs on the corner by my apartment this past week, the usual bigotted nonsense, and I didn’t want to deal with them. The only reason I ended up leaving was because Gemma forced her way through my front door and refused to leave my living room until I put on “real people clothes” and came out with her.
By Katie Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Two Bus Tickets
Jeremy sat on a bench outside the bus station while the snow fell softly. Holding two tickets to the city in his hand, his heart was pounding. He used his savings to buy the tickets, and they would live off the rest. He looked at his watch, wondering where Colt was. They were supposed to meet at the bus stop fifteen minutes ago, and Colt wasn’t there yet.
By J. Delaney-Howe2 years ago in Fiction
The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
Bridge Over Troubled Water. Content Warning.
At 29, you'd think I would have felt an overabundance of emotion by now. But, I haven’t. Each day, I maneuvered mechanically neither awake nor sleep. My life has been one dimensional and gray. It's been lukewarm. And it's essence has completely passed me by. My name is Gabriel. And this is my story.
By Jennifer David2 years ago in Fiction
T w o - F a c e d
"For now on, "Suki Kawaza" is you." She caresses her cheek with both hands. "I don't want you to die." "I'm going to be a beautiful ghost, Suki."
By Kodah2 years ago in Fiction
Destination of a Writer.
I need something happy to happen–like right now. I can’t find it in the sun or the moon or the stars like I usually do. I need something terrible to happen. I need to break out of this mould I am trapped in. I need to feel something, anything, just not nothing. What happened to the clouds? Or my thoughts when I looked at the clouds? I used to see it differently–this world. So what happened? Where did it go wrong? Is it wrong, or am I wrong? They look like…white wisps of…nothing.
By Harleen 🤎2 years ago in Fiction
Monday
“Next!” She did not mean to shout, but she knew what the morning would be like. The people waiting in line would be buying stamps, picking up packages, check post office boxes, etc…and then buying whatever groceries they could find in the drugstore before heading to the café or the metro. The day they decided to put her job in the middle of the brightness of a drugstore was the day she should have quit. But she was still here, after the move, wearing the uniform that indicated some level of responsibility and experience.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost of Paganini
My father was propped up in his bed, the ivory coverlet pulled up to his chest. Even after the weeks of chemo had ended, I was always shocked by his appearance, his bald head and missing eyebrows making him almost unrecognizable. He looked at the ragged man that I led into the room through puffy eyes, the sides of his mouth turned downwards in disappointment at the man’s appearance.
By John Cox2 years ago in Fiction
Adrift
It was day nine, by Marcus’s count. He and Terrance had already spent eight days on the yellow life raft afloat in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. There had only been six survivors that surfaced after their plane crash-landed in the water. Together, they had secured three of the life rafts that had been aboard the aircraft and had divided themselves up - two per raft. They had tied the buoyant vessels together, but in the storm, on day four, the rope connecting Marcus and Terrance’s raft to the others came loose. Now, they were separated from the rest of the group with no way to signal for help since the flare gun was in one of the other rafts.
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Fiction
Endurance. Content Warning.
Ryan sat resting his head on the glass, his breath misting and obscuring the fast-flowing hedges outside of the window. He retreated into his world of splayed hair and hot breath while the other kids on the bus shouted and laughed, shoved and teased.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Willow
We never spoke to those identified as human. I watched, silently, as many selected my brothers to cull. We watched their amorous youths carve words into our bark. We screamed as fire burned our waists, heating and crackling our sap. We watch as their children gather our fallen branches to make games. We watch as some pick up stone and our seeds to keep. Every now and then, we whisper, making them listen as wind drifts through our leaves and needles, hearing our warnings of the woods.
By Jennisea Standing Rock2 years ago in Fiction