Stream of Consciousness
The Missing Key
I was scrambling to get out the door to head to work. Surprise surprise, I’d lost track of time. What else is new? In what felt like a whirlwind motion, I threw my jacket on and grabbed my bag. And even though I was in a rush, I took a second to go through it to make sure I had everything, just out of habit.
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash2 years ago in Fiction
I am Still Here, in your Heart
There used to be much more of me in your heart, before you started down your path of denial and fear and disappointment. Do you remember how full of dreams, and courage, and spirit, you used to be? Before you took the 'easy' path; before you started listening to other people too much?
By Karen Cave2 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons legacy . Content Warning.
A magical adventure A group of siblings inherits a mysterious family heirloom—a dragon-shaped pendant—unleashing a magical curse that transforms them into dragons at night. To break the curse, they must embark on a perilous journey to find the source of the magic and unlock their true destiny.
By Gift Sunday 2 years ago in Fiction
Dear Reader
To Whom It May Concern: I am very sad and I don’t know who to talk to. People ignore me all the time. I used to be important. I was a part of their daily lives. I had value. Now I lay abandoned. Forgotten but for a few true caring souls that remember what I have to offer. To them I am a priceless treasure that makes the world a much better place in which to live.
By Traci E. Langston2 years ago in Fiction
MAYA
Once upon a time in a bustling city, there lived a young woman named Maya. Maya was bright, talented, and full of dreams. However, she carried a heavy burden that weighed her down—a burden that no one else could see. Maya struggled with depression, feeling as though she was drowning in a sea of darkness with no way out.
By Akinyemi Bright2 years ago in Fiction
A Perfect Day for Skiing
The crisp slopes were perfect. It was gently laid the night before with anticipation of today. My skis were ready as I entered the ideal day for the slopes. The cold was refreshing. Skiing was my favorite pastime, and I had finally taken my time off work. I woke up early for the empty slopes, yet the brisk air was calling me. I rode up the lift with the site of the snow-covered trees. The breeze was freezing but perfect for the day. I arrived at the top, and the slope was untouched. My skies have been waxed and ready. The smooth snow with no tracks as I came upon the hill. The sky was perfect, and I headed down the mountain. The speed calmed my heart to be alone on the slopes. The trees gave the hill the lines, and I cannot stop this great sport. This was one of the most advanced slopes. I was going my way till my skin became loose. Stopping became more difficult as I headed toward the trees. Snow was flying every day as my life flashed before my eyes. The snow suddenly gave way, and I was surrounded by snow. I finally realized I was in a pile of snow off the slope. My body was sore, and my head was throbbing. It was such a perfect day, and now I might just die in this hole. Suddenly, the snow started making a noise and moving. Is this a rescue or doom?
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Fiction





