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Chapter 3: The Unveiling of the Whispering Willow's Secret
Years passed, and the village continued to thrive under the watchful gaze of the whispering willow. Lily had become a beloved storyteller, passing down the enchanting tales of "The Whispering Willow" to each new generation of children.
By StoryholicFinds2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 32
I've got to get out of here. I felt the tears stinging the back of my eyes or maybe that was the smell of garbage. A house that looked like it hadn't been cleaned since he had moved in. That was three years ago, right? I did a quick calculation in my head, primarily as a distraction from the emotions coursing through my body.
By Amy J Garner2 years ago in Chapters
Oven-Baked Mexican-Spiced Chicken Thighs with Rice, Black Beans & Tomatillo Sauce
Hola, amigos! Are you craving a mouthwatering, flavor-packed meal that will transport your taste buds to the vibrant streets of Mexico? Well, you're in luck! Today, I'm going to share with you a sensational recipe for oven-baked Mexican-spiced chicken thighs with a side of rice, black beans, and tomatillo sauce that will have your senses dancing with joy.
By John Biz242 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 13 of “The Moth & the Lighthouse: a Memoir”
I know this memoir has been a sad story so far, and you probably don’t like the protagonist very much, but I beg you to press on, Dear Reader. The monstrous cretin inhabiting these pages is about to undergo a transformation. Based on what you know so far, it’s hard to believe that anything could penetrate the shell of miserable, desperate, entitled arrogance he is encased in, I know. However, he is about to have some experiences that evidence if not a higher power, at least a sense of greater purpose, and emerge from the chrysalis a butterf…well, at least a moth, but you may find the changes as astounding as he did.
By J. Otis Haas2 years ago in Chapters
Grieving The Dead, And The Living
As I pulled up to the cemetery, I felt a sort of dread in the pit of my stomach. I hardly ever went there anymore. It was hard to. Losing my brother still weighs so heavily on my heart, even now. But I felt a little better about it this time because Eric would be there with me. I figured, at least I wouldn’t be alone.
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash2 years ago in Chapters
Run with the Pack: Chapter 7
The wolf was almost upon him before Bahr could react. “Run whelp!” Bahr, facing the stranger, refused to run and stood his ground. Before him was a fearsome wolf, ragged from a hard winter but strong of jaw and fixed of stare. Other wolves appeared but remained several paces behind. The other wolves, all male, were not many but not one.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Chapters
An American Girl Summer
8/11/2023 Dear Diary, I finally saw the Barbie movie this week! Mom giggled so much throughout the whole thing. She kept pointing out all the old dolls she had as a kid—she even had Allan! It was so cute to watch her enjoying herself. She really related to the mother being pushed away by the teenage daughter, which made me feel bad. She told me she always wanted a Troll doll growing up, but her mother wouldn’t get her one. I’m going to buy her a vintage one for Christmas.
By Anonymous Barbie2 years ago in Chapters
Summer Dreams
The extreme temperature of my first memorable summer was unusually humid for our area of Indiana, driving the heat index up into almost the 100’s. There hadn’t been much rain that year and it showed. Mrs. Shultz from next door couldn’t keep her prize roses alive long enough to compete in the garden club’s annual floral competition but to her credit, most of the other gardeners in the area were experiencing worse issues than she was.
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Chapters
Stay with me
I mean, growing up, I always had this innate fear I would lose my mother, a stubborn German who loved hard and disliked herself even harder. Some days, in the years following her death, I blamed myself, thinking my fears materialized and led to losing her. I spent 20 years witnessing her self-destruct, and eventually that became the norm; I simply accepted the inevitability of things, losing her emotionally long before she died. As I got older I began to ask myself, could I have tried harder? I would find old photos of her where she stared into the lens, and tried to make eye contact with the past in an attempt to understand what year the light escaped her and addiction stepped in with a futile flame. I searched for her pain before me - for validation that I didn’t cause her to lose hope in herself.
By Kaitlin Oster2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter One: The Hidden Secrets
For years, teenagers had spun tales of the mansion being haunted, of eerie apparitions that roamed its darkened halls, and of strange, otherworldly sounds that echoed from its depths. But the truth about the mansion was far more sinister, buried deep beneath its foundations.
By Ionut Drake2 years ago in Chapters
