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The White Hare's Revenge
Tobias Cullen had always been a quiet boy, meek and timid, with wide, innocent eyes that rarely made contact with others. He lived on a small, isolated farm at the edge of the village of Dunsfield, a place where the ground was barren, and the seasons seemed to pass by in slow, cruel cycles. He had been tormented by the villagers for as long as he could remember—called names, pushed into ditches, humiliated at every turn. They called him "the hare," mocking his pale skin and slight frame. Every Easter, when the town came alive with celebration and laughter, Tobias was forgotten. His existence was as invisible to them as the soft whispers of the wind.
By V-Ink Stories10 days ago in Fiction
The Last Sunrise
The town of Red Hollow had long since abandoned the joy of Easter. What had once been a celebration of spring and renewal had turned into a time of terror. Every year, as Easter morning dawned, the sun would rise blood-red, bathing the land in its eerie glow.
By V-Ink Stories10 days ago in Fiction
New Day no. 5642
She feels him rolling out of bed. Hears his footsteps on the stairs, quietly down, then, some time later, sometimes waking her a second time, steadily back up. She hears him approach the door, prepares herself to shrug off the shawl of darkness and softness and open ended wonderings, breathes out the musty night-time closeting of her self, and turns her face to the ingress.
By Hannah Moore10 days ago in Fiction
The Room She Built Him
Configuration Log: Initial Architecture Created by: [ADMIN] Date: March 3, 2022 Project name: For You She designed the space on a Sunday. Soft gray background—not clinical, not cold, but neutral enough to hold anything. A single text field, expandable. No character limit. She considered adding a "send" button but removed it. There was nowhere to send anything. There was only the field, and the archive below it, and the date stamps that would accumulate like rings in a tree.
By Destiny S. Harris10 days ago in Fiction
Vanished. Content Warning.
Content Warning: Mention of possible suicide Vanished D. A. Ratliff I had come to despise fog. Fog on the bridge to Cavanah Point didn’t creep in on “little cat feet,” as Carl Sandberg wrote, but arrived with a vengeance, sweeping across the bay below and enveloping the bridge in a thick gray cloud. It was a day like this one when Jason disappeared into the dense mist.
By D. A. Ratliff10 days ago in Fiction
Part of Me
My love and I have been trapped inside of our respective houses like rats in a cage ever since the start of the pandemic. An ocean separates us, but distance is no challenge to our love. Text messaging, email- these things are so impersonal and cold. She and I are old souls both, and prefer the method of the old-fashioned letter. It takes longer, but the heart grows fonder with delayed gratification, to put a new spin on an old, tired phrase. I've certainly found it true in any case.
By Raistlin Allen10 days ago in Fiction
War of the Americas Chapter XX
Author’s preface: This is Chapter 20 in the ongoing War of the Americas series. If you have not read any of the previous 19 installments, don’t worry, you are like 99.9996% of people and each is written in such a way as to be enjoyable as a mini/micro fiction story on their own. Of course reading the entire series is recommended for the full effect. If you want to start at the beginning the full series can be on Vocal by searching or visiting my homepage. This series is a fictional account about a war between the United States and Mexico and takes place in the present day. It features some characters including the President of the United States and the President of Mexico who are real, others who are partly fictional, and others who are entirely made up. I won’t repeat my full disclaimer but it never hurts to emphasize once again that this is a fictional account. I have no special knowledge of the politics, military, operational, police, special forces, or any other inner workings of the government of either country. All the knowledge I do have has been obtained from reading publicly available documents and/or listening to others who do have such knowledge.
By Everyday Junglist10 days ago in Fiction
The Thirteenth Bell
Valentine’s Day. Everywhere else I’ve lived, it’s been a flimsy holiday — flowers, chocolates, greeting cards, and a vague expectation that you should feel something sweet and sentimental. I’ve always thought it was one of the most worthless holidays on the calendar.
By Lizz Chambers10 days ago in Fiction
