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Real Owl. Fake Life
Madeleine slanted her head and let her fingers toy with the owl perched on her bedside table. To call it a toy would be an understatement. It was every inch a real owl, except it really wasn’t, but a fairly decent stand-in. She coughed.
By Elaine Gao4 years ago in Fiction
The Art of Painting A Memory. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
My uncle George’s voice is my favourite colour: a smooth velvet purple. Unfortunately, my voice was a grungy green for George, which he was always at pains to remind me if I talked too much.
By Sam4 years ago in Fiction
Through The Night
I walked through the darkened halls, the candles that lined the massive walls would soon give way to the chilly air funneling through. The draft escaped through the grand tunnel that marked the way back to the more occupied area of my new home. What drew me this far, I could not tell, what feed my curiosity, I would not say; there were rumors of dark lore I dare not partake in, but they were only rumors, harmless to say the least. I wouldn't allow gossip to rule my life, nor creatures to send me running, so I kept walking.
By Latoya M.Delbridge 4 years ago in Fiction
The Necromancer: magic or delusion?
Art by the author Rodney Mackel sat on the sidewalk shielding his face from an evil wind. To shelter his mind from the news and the memories he counted the holes in his clothes.
By Sam Spinelli4 years ago in Fiction
Who Am I?
My mother died two months ago. She was 74. Her last days were pure heartbreak even for me a person that had blocked all feelings for her. Alzheimer's had made her even forget her name. There were so many things I would have wanted to ask her, clear some up, get some closure or finally get to know who she really was. But life did not give me that opportunity.
By Gal Mux4 years ago in Fiction
An Angel in Disguise
Head down, beady eyes focused, Tyto took in a deep breath, enjoying the cold night air rushing through his lungs. Filling him with relief and binding him to reality for a brief moment. This was exactly what he lived for - A rush in the dark, and tonight he knew exactly what he needed to do.
By Josie Marie4 years ago in Fiction
Bird Cemetery
News 16th July Story of the day Madame La Fayette led her daughter by the hand as she struggled to break free from her mother's tight grip. The little girl was dressed in a barn owl costume, ready for her first ever stage performance. She ruffled up her feathers from pieces of brown-orange fabric sewn into the carboard by her mother. Mia felt that these feathers could lift her up to the sky, and her mother was just pulling her into the ground, which was not a pleasant experience. The other children were disguised as different birds, tempting with the colours of their feathers: the furious blue, green, yellow, and orange of peacocks and parrots; grey of pigeons; the brown shade of sparrows; and the black intensity of ravens. All the kids were just as excited as they were on their first day of school, except this time the stake was much nicer and funnier.
By Moon Desert4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Time I Wore Pink
It all started with that awful pink shirt. Phoebe was my roommate, she was always so full of light, and life. No matter what kind of day it was she could always summon a smile that could burn a whole through sunshine.
By Joanna Lynne4 years ago in Fiction
Orphan House. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
The house sinks into the earth, heavier now that she’s empty than she ever was when children scurried across her floors every morning. The newest piece of her is a sign nailed to the front door: “Condemned.”
By Jessica Gonzalez4 years ago in Fiction
Stella's Scrapbooks
For as long as I knew her, Mama seemed to have two sides to her: light and dark. The light version of Mama was happy, carefree, and affectionate. She helped me with my homework and we danced together in the kitchen to ABBA while baking lemon bread. She smelled like cinnamon and her eyes actually lit up when she smiled.
By Kelsey Syble4 years ago in Fiction
Picasso and the Art of Grieving
Picasso and the Art of Grieving UNEXPECTED THINGS Funny how quickly life can change. When you least expect it, you’re faced with a ‘suddenly’. One day you’re in the middle of the Caribbean, working on a cruise ship as one of the dedicated production crew, and the next you’re helicoptered back to Miami for the flight back to Alpine Junction to attend your dad’s funeral.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno4 years ago in Fiction
Soup & Saltines
Lulu's eyes dart quickly around the convenience store, alighting briefly on each customer to see if they're looking her way. She sees a teen girl with a fussy baby on her hip, frowning as she looks at the meager selection of diapers. An old man is lifting a case of beer from the cooler, whistling as he tucks it under his arm. In the next aisle, two boys around her age are picking out candy, laughing and shoving each other, dropping loud F-bombs that probably make them feel older and cooler than they are. She rolls her eyes, even though she thinks one of them is kind of cute.
By Lindsey LeBlanc4 years ago in Fiction