Holiday
Coyote and The Border
“You want me to do WHAT??” Loki shook his head, glaring at the Creator. “Look, I don’t know what you’re getting at, but I didn’t think you’d be unwise enough to foist this off on Coyote. Just because I turned you down, this is your Plan B? The European god of chaos refused, so shove it onto the North American trickster god, because colonialism? Did you go mad, hanging on that tree?”
By Meredith Harmon2 months ago in Fiction
‘Tis The Season
Tis the Season By Adrianna Gass We always start on the far edge of town, the side that presses up against the tiny local airport where the runway lights glow faintly in the dark. It has become a ritual without anyone naming it, the kind of tradition that begins quietly one year and becomes essential by the next. The boys pile into the car with the kind of excitement that fogs the windows before they even buckle in, and suddenly winter feels softer, almost gentle.
By Adrianna D Gass2 months ago in Fiction
Our Family Home
Noell sat by the gaslit fireplace, picking at the missed dough under her fingernails. Laughter and voices throughout the house reached her ears but didn't penetrate her thoughts. A Christmas carol was playing in the background, adding to the buzz. The timer's bell went off but was ignored. Suddenly someone opened the front door, letting in a burst of cold, wafting the scent of fresh-baked cookies—finally waking her from memories.
By Nikki Torino Wagner2 months ago in Fiction
How the Conflict Nearly Escalated into Full War
How the Conflict Nearly Escalated into Full War For years, the region had lived under a cautious balance—an invisible thread of pressure between Pakistan, India, and Afghanistan. Diplomats called it “controlled tension,” generals called it “the edge,” and civilians prayed it would never snap. But last week, the impossible nearly happened. For seventeen hours, the region stood just one wrong move away from a full three-front war.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Fiction
Tom Turkey Learns About Human Kindness
Tom Turkey was a fat, waddling turkey who was a great help to Farmer Jones. He’d been spared and had seen many Thanksgivings come and go. He had many chores and duties on the farm, and he was proud of it all. Each morning when the rooster crowed, Tom would hurry into the hen coop to see how many eggs there were for the farmhouse breakfast. Then he’d wait until the milking was done, and when he gobbled, the cows would hurry out into the fields, and in the evening, he’d gobble them back home. During the day he’d make rounds of all of the animals and enjoyed sitting by the river that ran by. In other words, Tom Turkey had everything he could want except for a good friend and a family. Oh, the other animals were kind enough, and they all loved Tom, but well, it just wasn’t the same.
By Rasma Raisters2 months ago in Fiction
