Love
A Nature Study In The Woods
It was early morning on the second day of their long weekend getaway. The first day hardly counted since they got in late and managed only to put away the groceries, grill a couple of burgers, and go to bed . The bed wasn’t the best, Monica reflected. Who has a double bed in this day and age? But, if the bed was any larger, there wouldn’t even be room for the one small chest that was the only other furniture in the bedroom. Hugh had described his family’s cabin as ‘rustic’ but ‘primitive’ was more apt.
By Valerie Kittell5 years ago in Fiction
Silver Linings
Silver Linings The staff scurried about the cafe cleaning tables as patrons finished their meals, refilling the condiments, and prepping everything for the next wave of diners. The cafe sat at the corner of Main & 1st Street so for a lot of people it was on their way to and from work. The breakfast rush was over, with the exception of a few lingering stragglers, but the lunch time stampede would soon start rolling in.
By Jackson Howl5 years ago in Fiction
The Frozen Heart
John was there once again staring at the blank slate of his canvas. The daunting task of painting the beauty of a lake weighed heavy on his heart. He had only just started to paint and felt that if he started something so large, he would eventually give up and move on. The only option John really had was to simply start on his project. It was a beautiful day outside with the sun shining through the leaves, casting little stars on the ground below.
By Aidan Schultz5 years ago in Fiction
What She's Having
The alarm rang at 7am. Danny tried to ignore it, holding tightly to a dream that quickly faded from memory. He clenched his eyes shut and tried to return to where he left off, but he had forgotten far too much already. Monday, 7:02 AM, time for coffee.
By Ryan Barbin aka “Dirt”5 years ago in Fiction
The Girl in the Converses
There wasn't much to do in the sleepy town of Baylor. A weird name, I know. We were known for our sandy white beaches and the crazy senior week parties. The police presence was virtually nonexistent, and Ryan down at the liquor store would sell to anyone as long as you made it worth the trouble. My point is, this was a typical town. Nothing exciting happened, and I was counting the days until August 14th.
By Hunter Machayla5 years ago in Fiction
The Darkness
“Wake up, Wake up Mummy please. You need to wake up” The cries of 9-year-old Julia wailed through the empty house with not a person to respond for miles. The lifeless body of the Childs mother lay there slightly curled up on the once crisp white leather lounge before the darkness had come. Only the sounds of what sounded like whispers from beyond the darkness could be heard, but never did they come into the darkness.
By Penelope Henain5 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Hand
The room was silent. Outside the trees creaked, the animals scurried, and the wind brushed the cares of the day down the grass-lined road. None of those sounds could penetrate into this room. She eyed the plate before her, the seemingly benign experience of sitting down for some dessert rudely interrupted.
By Brady Hollis5 years ago in Fiction
