Fable
A story with ants
I found a large ant nest in the small vegetable garden. I poked it with a branch and the ant nest did not fall apart. A few patrolling ants ran into the hole in a panic. When I picked it up again, the four-way passage was revealed, but I still didn't find an ant. Could it be that the ants were not patrolling, but just running into a small hole for refuge? I had my doubts. I continued stabbing reluctantly, and finally, there were more and more ants running out of the hole in a panic ......
By VioletHolt4 years ago in Fiction
Alone and on Rails
I am dead. Else, this is a dream from which I am unable to escape. Waking from a dreamless sleep I took a moment to stare at the ceiling, loathe to start another day. I first noticed the scrolling, a colorful rendition of Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel adorned the ceiling of my small room. The fragrance of strong coffee brought my mind into focus. Where was I?
By Nate Rowell4 years ago in Fiction
Hell Train
I felt like I had been awake for hours, just not conscious of my surroundings. The smooth, rhythmic whooshes and the gentle jostling and swaying could have been going on for days and I wouldn’t have known. Blinking and realizing that my eyes weren’t closed, it was just dark, I started to piece together my situation. I had been asleep, or awake but drowsy. I was in pitch plack, sitting on a soft seat; and it sounded like I was on a train. I moved my hands over my body, searching my pockets. No phone, no keys, no wallet, nothing.
By Julianna Huckaby4 years ago in Fiction
