Stream of Consciousness
"THE LETTER FROM THE BEYOND". Content Warning.
This is a fictional story. Any representation of situations or real people is unintentional. My grandma did visit me after her death. I have spoken with spirits and decided to dedicate this story to all grandmas and their granddaughters. Peace to all. To all my relations.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Fiction
Call of the Void. Content Warning.
Jump … Go on, do it … Go on, go on, go on … Where do these thoughts come from? Standing at the top of a tall ledge, looking over the jagged cliff face down to the crashing waves below. Leaning over the safety rails on a skyscraper as the high winds whip and flail your hair, the people and cars below seem so tiny, so insignificant.
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Talking Flowers
In a secluded greenhouse, long forgotten by caretakers, a unique phenomenon unfolded. The flowers within began to stir, their petals whispering secrets only the wind had heard before. As their voices mingled, an array of emotions emerged—joyful marigolds, gloomy roses, and curious daisies.
By Austin J. Knox2 years ago in Fiction
Rendezvous' With a Cave Bear
One moves patient, unrushed in thick snow. Crusted in some places where the sun had a chance to glaze the surface. Enough so as to make walking almost burdensome. The sunshine I spent hunting my trapline past the oaks. No sign of game. The three trap line bunnies in my stuff sack were my first concern when I came across the rather large looking cat tracks traveling ahead of me up the path I was on.
By Erik ubbink2 years ago in Fiction
We Were. Top Story - January 2024.
Two hours later, the space between the frantic crying of my human and the ringing of silence collide to taunt me. As I lie motionless in this crevice I barely even know myself anymore. One thing I am certain of is my memory is much more acute than that of my human, for I recall in vivid detail how I ended up here, while she on the other hand, has not one inclination of where I can be found. The wonder if ever to be found, has come up several times, but I have always been more of an optimist so I do not dwell long on this thought.
By Pōlani Monderen 2 years ago in Fiction
Twice the Rebound
Your face tells me I've screwed it up, the moment it comes out of my mouth. "My treat?" An innocent offer to start things off at the local coffee shop. You half-smile, you emit a strange titter of a laugh. You don't want it to feel like a date, and I don't blame you.
By Daniel J. Heck2 years ago in Fiction
