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Winter Barbegazi
Winter had set in Asomala, a small forgotten gnome village in the southern mountains of the Kingdom of Daroloc. We Barbegazi live here and fancy ourselves as the mountain's alarm and safety system. With our tunel system we are able to navigate through the snow covered landscape faster and more efficiently than our human neighbors.
By Freyja Crown5 years ago in Fiction
Pickers Point Accident
Snow has been falling all day with the temperature dropping a degree every couple of hours making everything dangerously slippery while the plows and sanders have been out all day barely able to stay ahead of the falling snow. Danny had just gotten off a long shift at the factory and was looking forward to a warm meal and a warm bed when his phone rang and an unknown number appeared on the screen,
By K.C. Keats5 years ago in Fiction
Ray
His presence startled the boy. Even without looking up, Ollie felt him standing in the far left corner of his room. Squeezed between a window and a bookcase. Silent, as always. He never spoke, as if embarrassed of the message he had to deliver. But Ollie knew. He was glad the man came. It meant she didn’t have to be on her own.
By Konrad D. Frankowski5 years ago in Fiction
Twin Pears
I'm not sure how to put into words the feelings that came rushing over me as we topped the hill and the outline of that magnificent tree was beginning to come into focus. As it drew closer, my first thoughts were of just how amazing it was that while the pear tree stood strong and sturdy there was no evidence that anything else had ever been there.
By Maryann Cox5 years ago in Fiction
The Case of Lion and a Wolf
A long time ago, a lion and a wolf had a deep friendship and they both kept trying to surprise each other. One day the lion caught a fat goat alive and hurried to his barn to terrorize his friend the fox but when he got there his eyes were wide open in surprise because the wolf was before him. He was holding a cow.
By Mohammad Arif5 years ago in Fiction
Remembrances
In a hot room full of forced smiles and fake conversations I stand alone, haunted. Murmured voices fill my ears echoing loudly and stuffing my mind with unwelcomed thoughts. I want to lash out. Instead, I step out into the cold night air, the heat of the gathered bodies steaming off body and begin my quiet descent toward the pond on my aunt and uncle’s grounds. Thick flakes falling in the dark night absorb the sounds around me leaving only the exaggerated crunch of my feet on the snow. Hollow clops of my shoes upon the pier announce my arrival at my destination. It’s not a real pier of course. Just 20 feet of lumber jutting out on the pond’s surface.
By Corum Hayes5 years ago in Fiction
