Magical Realism

See the Light Chapter 2 part 5 Song for the Souls
The lyrics poured from me like a confession, each word an echo of a memory I couldn’t quite grasp, yet it felt as though they were pulled from the deepest recesses of my soul.
By Klara Nolanabout a year ago in Chapters
See the Light Chapter 2 Song for the Souls Part 7
"You’re the girl who played," she said, her voice smooth and controlled. I blinked, surprised. "Oh, well, news spreads fast around here."
By Klara Nolanabout a year ago in Chapters
See the Light Chapter 2 Part 6 Song for the Souls
I played three more songs, pouring myself into each note, my voice weaving through the room. As I sang, I barely noticed the bar filling up, more and more faces turning toward me, their eyes wide with curiosity and something close to wonder. The foreign girl who played the instrument—wasn't that how they saw me? I almost smiled at the thought.
By Klara Nolanabout a year ago in Chapters
In the Hours that Drift
In the dawn of a day just like yesterday, I wake to the sameness, a choreographed play. Routine greets me with a well-rehearsed smile,
By chaimaa alidrissiabout a year ago in Chapters
See the Light Chapter 2 Song for the Souls Part 4
Chapter 2 Part 4 I pointed to the guitar hanging on the wall, its strings covered in a thick layer of dust, and the wood worn and cracked with age. “Does that guitar work, or is it just a relic?”
By Klara Nolanabout a year ago in Chapters
See the Light Chapter 2 Song for the Souls Part 3
Chapter 2 Song for the Souls Part 3 Horses. I had no idea how to ride one. The thought of trying and possibly killing myself within the first ten meters crossed my mind. No, that was definitely not an option. Instead, I quickly walked through the stables, taking in the sight of the magnificent animals. Their coats gleamed, their manes long and silky. Their eyes were large and glistened with a calm, peaceful intelligence.
By Klara Nolanabout a year ago in Chapters
See the Light Chapter 2 Songs for the Souls Part 2
Chapter 2 Part 2 I used to love sewing and working with fabrics. I knew that feeling well, the familiar weight of the scissors in my hand brought back a rush of memories, though they were still clouded and vague. These tiny scissors had been my constant companion, small enough to tuck away anywhere, even in the inside pocket of my leggings. I would carry them everywhere, ready to snip a loose thread or trim a piece of fabric for a project I’d think about later. They were smaller than a tablespoon, but sharp as a needle’s point.
By Klara Nolanabout a year ago in Chapters
See the Light Chapter 2 Song for the Souls
CHAPTER 2 Part 1 The Girl Who Sings Songs for the souls, the escape, and the new beginnings. This was it—my chance to escape. As I sat on the floor of that dimly lit room, my thoughts raced, forming a plan. The first step was clear: I needed to free my hands. The bindings were strange, made from a material I couldn’t quite identify. It was tough, resilient, and yet, I was confident I could find something in this room to cut through them. I was nothing if not resourceful.
By Klara Nolanabout a year ago in Chapters
The Spotlight’s Glow. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In a cosy but cramped apartment in the heart of New York City, Sarah Mitchell, a 34-year-old widowed mother of two, stared at her reflection in the small bathroom mirror. The deep lines etched into her face told stories of sleepless nights, endless juggling of bills, and the heartbreaking loss of her husband, Tom. Yet, behind her tired eyes sparkled a relentless hope—a hope to make it as an actress.
By Jessica2 years ago in Chapters
The Fair Exchange - Finale
When I groggily awakened the next morning in the hotel bed, I opened the business directory to look for somewhere to eat, but instead found an advertisement for Madam Marguerite’s Palm and Tarot Card readings. My skin flushed with surprise, surely the business was Rita’s, a sudden desire to see her again reawakening the feelings revived the night before. When I arrived at her place of business, a teenage girl had me sign the guest register and took the $30 payment in cash. Something in the sparkle of her eyes when she smiled reminded me of someone, but I could not bring her to mind before the girl led me to a darkened room for the reading.
By John Cox2 years ago in Chapters
The Fair Exchange - Part 5
We drank one more pitcher of beer, the two of them getting a little soppy before the night finally came to its awkward end. Ed gave me a bear hug and asked for my forgiveness with tears running from his eyes. I forgave them both.
By John Cox2 years ago in Chapters
The Fair Exchange - Part 4
I awoke three days later in the hospital. On the floor above my own Joey was fighting for his life. It was Little Ed who told me about it, taking an opportunity to give me a few minutes of unfriendly attention.
By John Cox2 years ago in Chapters