Stream of Consciousness
The Lost Melody
Once upon a time, in a magical forest far, far away, there lived a young fairy named Marigold. Her golden hair shimmered like sunlight spun into thread, and her emerald green eyes sparkled with the mischievous glint of a playful breeze. Marigold's laughter echoed through the trees as she flitted from flower to flower, sprinkling iridescent dust that made the blossoms bloom with even more vibrant colors. The forest was her playground, a symphony of buzzing bees, chirping birds, and the rustling leaves weaving a melody only the fairies could truly hear.
By Monnade Mixoum2 years ago in Fiction
Success at Failure
Often, the hardest pill to swallow, the one that sticks in your throat and causes you to nearly choke, is the one that teaches you the best lesson. That was the case for Ol' Albie, a good friend of my parents when I was growing up. He was a success at everything in life. Had a great job, was considered the best in his field, had an amazing car, beautiful wife and three exceptional kids, one of which was my best friend at the time. My father always claimed that Albie was matchless, special and whatnot. I wasn't so sure and felt he was just talking pish.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
First Step Towards Green
Maria aspires to make her cityโs environmental conditions better. The campaign was launched by her at home. She positioned a medium-sized basket โnamed the โRecycling Binโ โ in the middle of her home. Everyone in the family begins to stuff plastic, paper, cards, and other non-biodegradable items into that basket. Maria is pleased with the dramatic decrease in house waste. She knows that this practice should be extended on an industrial scale to save Earth from unwanted filth.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
A Kind Exchange
Jacob, holding a jacket, was waiting in line before the cash register. He was homeless and a woman gave him $100 for buying a jacket in cold weather. A woman was setting feeders, diapers, and baby milk tins on the counter. It came to about 170 dollars in total. After going through her bag, the woman hardly found seventy dollars. Reluctantly, she returned one tin of milk but the bill was still $140. Jacob made her a hundred-dollar offer. She accepted the money at his insistence.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
To Every Sign I ignored, From Every Worry I'll have
The worries of yesterday always seem to creep up when things are at their brightest. Dusty skeletons I believed to be buried in their respective closets burst through flooding my mind. easily overthrowing any of the things I held in high regard. The scales are tipped and they rarely seem to fall in my favor. But when they do life has its way of reminding you.
By Somebody's Something 2 years ago in Fiction
Hell
The base of the huge grandfather clock stood stark and ominous against the night sky as a supermoon glowed eerily beyond the horizon. Tonight, my mind played tricks, for my reality had seemingly begun to lapse into the absurd. In my confused and disoriented state, the moon appeared sinister, brooding and terrifying as her light shone a fearsome orange glow upon the dreary night.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction




