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Through And Beyond Smoke
If it’s one thing Jyllmon hates, is driving through the road in extreme darkness. To him, it felt like a horror movie where he had no idea what’s to come. It could be a random deer dashing through the streets, or a helpless woman being chased through the woods, or just simply a broken down car.
By Devond Devoe11 days ago in Fiction
The Tragic Tale of Jedfrey Mulligan. Content Warning.
Jedfrey Mulligan stood 6’8’’ in his stocking feet and weighed a good 280 pounds on a good day. Once he won a race at the county fair, running a quarter mile - it was a horse race. The county fair discontinued the eating contests, as did each of the towns all around, because he could outeat anyone within 250 miles. He could lay a man out flat with one swing from his mighty left fist and perform a hundred-fifty pull-ups with his right arm. He could lift a wagon and change the wheel and axle without aid, and once lifted his neighbor's ox and carried it home, over two miles away.
By Mother Combs11 days ago in Fiction
The Soul of My Boots
One moment, I’m laughing uncontrollably as my best friend pushes me in a tire swing. The sky pours into my vision as I lean back, a kaleidoscope of sky and clouds peaking through the leaves and branches. I close my eyes, relishing the moment.
By Caitlin Humphreys12 days ago in Fiction
When What's To Come, Arrives, Or Does It?
They stood together and watched the sky like drunken toddlers on a rampage. Eyes darting every which way frightened by the slightest movement and jumping at every sound, allowing their excitement and fear to build, distorting what was really happening.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 days ago in Fiction
The Blinding Dark. Content Warning.
There was a dark place on the edge of the marsh. No one could quite describe precisely how it was dark. It wasn’t that there was a persistent shadow, and it had nothing to do with the underbrush. One couldn’t really call it a thicket. Every aspect of it could be seen clearly: every branch and leaf and blade of reed grass. Nor did the fog tend to gather there in excess. If anything, it wasn’t necessarily a visual darkness, but rather a feeling.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden13 days ago in Fiction
The Coin That Wouldn’t Leave
The man found the coin on the sidewalk after the St. Patrick’s Day parade ended. The street was still littered with green confetti, plastic beads, and crushed beer cans. Crowds were thinning out as people staggered toward bars or rides home.
By V-Ink Stories13 days ago in Fiction
The Parade That Never Ends
The woman had only meant to watch the parade for a few minutes. She was in the city for a short business trip, staying in a downtown hotel overlooking several busy streets. When she stepped outside that afternoon, the entire district had been transformed for St. Patrick’s Day.Green banners hung from every streetlight.
By V-Ink Stories13 days ago in Fiction





