Fiction
THE PERFECT CHRISTMAS TREE
THE PERFECT CHRISTMAS TREE A fictional story inspired by a non-fictional event *+*+* We lived in an apartment on the 6th floor of a 12 family Brooklyn apartment house. Living in that area offered many advantages. It was close to my job in Manhattan and my husband's in the borough of Queens.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Chapters
The Timeless Allure of Comics
From the vibrant stalls of local bookshops to the digital screens of tablets and smartphones, comics have held an enduring place in the world of storytelling. These graphic narratives, which blend visual art with text, have captivated audiences for generations, offering a unique and powerful medium through which stories can be told. Comics, in their myriad forms, from the classic superhero sagas to the intricate graphic novels, embody a timeless allure that continues to draw in readers of all ages. In this exploration of the comic book universe, we delve into the heart of this captivating medium, where art and words come together to create worlds beyond imagination.
By Rajeshkumar G2 years ago in Chapters
Theo's Sweet-tooth
Chapter One Miss Ulla, despite needing help, refused it. She had lived in her small Swedish village for ninety-two years and wasn't about to leave the house she was born in for an elderly care facility; in fact she would only allow people to leave notes or food on her back porch. The postwoman made one exception for Ulla, that being leaving her mail just inside the mud room door under a weighty stone. The trash collector often skipped her as she rarely threw anything away. In fact, other than a local hunter, Theo, she had not been seen by anyone is the last five or so years.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Chapters
Fractured Reality
Dr. Eleanor Harper navigated the hallowed halls of her laboratory, a sanctum pulsating with the energy of scientific revelation. At thirty-five, she carried the weight of intellect in every stride, a woman on the precipice of an uncharted frontier. Raven hair, kissed by strands of silver, framed a face etched with the lines of ceaseless curiosity. A lab coat, stained by the echoes of experimentation, draped over her shoulders, and stylish glasses perched on her nose. Eleanor's quest in neuroscience had birthed the Dreamcatcher, a device poised to redefine humanity's communion with dreams.
By asdasd asd2 years ago in Chapters
