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Kali and the Myth of the Dschungel
In the heart of the tangled Dschungel, there lived a creature of darkness, a black puma with a voice unlike any other. Kali, they called it, possessed an uncommon talent, the power of speech. For ages, Kali had wandered through the jungles, keeping a watchful eye on the denizens that roamed in its midst.
By Centina Alexa König-Weichhardt3 years ago in Fiction
LAST NIGHT WAS WILD.
I chose La Seine Bucolique for our reunion because the cafe was unremarkable. Similarly that morning, I paired a tan pull-over with jeans.
By Claire Guérin3 years ago in Fiction
Fast Like the Wind
The drive home seemed long, longer than it should have been, considering the distance hadn’t changed. Pulling into the driveway I glance at her, sleeping peacefully. The Autumn Sun warming us as I carry her to the veranda, her favorite spot. From here she would watch and guard over the children as they played in the yard. Across the way was wild berry bushes and trees hugging the banks of the stream that flowed past our home. She loved dipping in the cool waters but hated getting wet.
By JBaz3 years ago in Fiction
Chasing the Vanished
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. I lay awake, trying to remember what stars looked like, but all I got was lavender haze.
By Holly Pheni3 years ago in Fiction
Bond, Rick Bond
It was my last concert of the world tour, and the venue was the Rose Bowl in Pasadena, CA. The band and I played two sold-out nights, with ticket sales of more than 180,000 between the two shows.
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Fiction
A Cuppa
A Cuppa D. A. Ratliff She lived in a little cottage up the lane. You know the place. A narrow leaf-strewn path through the woods glowing from dappled sunlight shining down. At the path’s end, a stone wall seemingly built before the dawn of time—the stones worn and pitted, moss in the crevices, and ivy creeping over the top—enclosed a tiny cottage. The arched wooden gate with openings in the slats allowed you to peek into the small flower-filled yard.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction
Tour Guide
"Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. This phenomenon marked a new age of human history, the revelation that we were not alone. This phenomenon coincided with the arrival of the Elhokai people, on this spot, 8th of March, 2019."
By Paul Martyn3 years ago in Fiction
A rabbit’s tale
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Lumberjack spat at the ground, rolling his yellow-gold eyes at the recurring scene.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
The March Fairy
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. At least, that was how Annabelle always envisioned them. Though it was painful for her to admit, she was achingly envious of the three girls who lived down the street - desirous of the way they laughed and twirled in their exquisite, lavender tutus. There was a certain magic about the way that their violet, pristine skirts flashed against the large, pastel-pink of the house on the corner. As she watched them, her heart often burned with an insatiable longing.
By Gina C.3 years ago in Fiction
The Rapture Of Pigeons
Activity was a high that afternoon at the Sunny Day Assisted Living as Margot waited for her grandson to take her out. When Jake drove up in a 1962 Buick Special convertible, the same marlin blue color that Margot adored, several residents stood up from their chairs to get a better look at the iconic set of wheels.
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Fiction
The haunted flat
As the elevator door opened with a soft bing, James stepped into what could become the hall to his new home. His fiancée Marie came in the wake, scrolling down her blackberry with a frown.
By Isa Ottoni3 years ago in Fiction
illuminación. Runner-Up in Under Purple Clouds Challenge.
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Tonight, Vuela would dance too. She loved the way Mexico City came alive with the clouds – slowly, ponderously, like a child meeting her sibling for the first time. Electric lights flickered among a legion of flat rooftops that stretched across the grassy plains and toward the foothills of Popocatépetl. Tiny, scattered shapes – the Enlightened Ones – took to the skies with the advent of the Hora Morada. On starry nights, pinpricks of distant suns filtered through the clouds and spotted the slopes with hazy circles of illumination.
By Addison Horner3 years ago in Fiction