short story
Green
It wasn't the first time Mia had noticed the light. It had been in her presence a few times before, but only for a second. Then, it was a small pocket of green hue that she didn't think anything of. Presently, she gazed across the vista, observing how it had grown across the billabong into a glowing, misty green haze, hanging mysteriously above the water. She could no longer ignore it.
By Kate Ashforth5 years ago in Earth
The Bull and The Road
This bull is a massive animal. Huge and muscle-bound, built to thrive on the violence of life. Big horns, piercing eyes, sinews and muscles that bulge from beneath tough, leathery skin, and a large wet nose, constantly sniffing out edibles. A huge frame, a hulking beast that can be slow, ponderous, almost docile one moment but thundering, angry, and fierce the next.
By Keihsi Urmuud5 years ago in Earth
Beyond the Marigold
It was a chilly , windy day on the beach. The wind blew the dew because the dew leaked the leaves by accidentally falling onto the sidewalk. I rubbed the soft leaves of the trees as I slowly made my high the trail . “I take a deep breath,” I said aloud, gasping for breath as my dog sniffed the nearby tree. He lifts his leg to try to to his business. I inhale, exhale. I await him to end while the sparrow sits on a foreign branch peeking through the leaves from time to time.
By Queen Olivia5 years ago in Earth
Lamentation
The roar of the crowd is deafening, pulsing all around me. I cannot see them. These four crudely built wooden walls are all I can see, but I know they are out there; I can smell them, feel their hunger. I have never been here before, but I know it is not a good place. It is so hot in here, and it smells of fear and hopelessness and old blood. My eyes bulge. I desperately search for a way out; there is none. I am scared.
By Jessica Gordon5 years ago in Earth
Monkey, Sloth, Bull and the Temple of Love
In the oldest of times the animals were the gods. They were all beautiful and sleek and swift, and the swiftest of all was Jaguar – king of the animal gods. He was a proud king and all creatures struggled to gain his favour. Every animal found their place in his hierarchy according to their speed.
By Kurt Shean5 years ago in Earth
The Painter of the Gods
There is something about the village all abuzz with excitement that I find exhilarating, even if I am not directly involved. The crowd of men and maidens press against me as I struggle forward. For a moment, there is a break in the crowd and I half notice a movement from the corner of my eye. My hand, almost involuntarily, jerks upward and snatches a small stone from the very air and, in one fluid movement, launches it back to where it originated, smacking hard against my brother’s head. Anger contorts his face as he grips his ear, blood already trickling down his neck. Stealing myself for the expected assault, I relax as his friends start laughing. He joins in, still gripping his ear and sending me a sideways glance that lets me know that this isn’t over.
By Daniel Charles Porter5 years ago in Earth
Baahir
I push the wicker door of my bungalow open and am assaulted by the morning sun. I close my eyes and tip my head as if I were striding in to the gale. Jesus Christ, I hate mornings. Well, it isn’t so much the mornings as the fact that they are so early in the day. A clever God would have put them later in the day. Of course, he would probably discourage me going to sleep drunk every night, as well.
By Daniel Charles Porter5 years ago in Earth
Beyond the Marigold
It was a cold, breezy morning on the coast. The wind whistled as the dew dripped off the leaves so carelessly falling onto the pavement. I caressed the soft leaves of the trees as I walked slowly along the hiking trail. “Deep breath in,” I say aloud, slowly exhaling while my dog sniffs a nearby tree. He lifts his leg to do his business. I take a puff, and exhale. I wait for him to finish while a hummingbird sits on a distant branch peeking out through the leaves every now and then.
By Raiya Allen 5 years ago in Earth
