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Through the FireMy world seemed so perfect. I had a good job and a beautiful bride to be. We had plans for the future, her and I. House by the hill in a safe part of town, different ideas for wedding venues, and names for the children we were going to have. All of this was going to make our perfect lives where we could exist and be happy with each other until the day we died of old age. So young, and yet the grass seemed greener on our side of the hill.

But then came the fire.
Maybe I grew complacent.
Maybe I just didn’t notice the moisture leaving the earth and the grass turning brown.
Maybe that’s what made it so painful when the flames camThrough the Fire1 day ago in Short Stories

Life's A Card Game

Life's a card game. At the start of the game, someone's holding the cards for you. The person holding the cards thinks you can't hold them yourself. Slowly, the holder hands them to you one-by-one. But these aren't your everyday paper cards; these weigh about half a pound each. The more you get, the heavier it is. To get rid of them, you have to play them.
There are two ways you can play them. One way is to play them responsibly and put them on your stack. The other way is to hide them under your seat, which is going to make those cads hurt you later on. The cards you played right you don't have to worry about, although you can pLife's A Card Game2 days ago in Short Stories

16. Obsession"Kthxbai cu l8r 2nite"

I stared at the text message on my screen much longer than it took to read it several times. Concentrating on a single pixel, I was trying to keep my breathing under control so I didn't start raging. Voices of past councilors ran through my head and I followed their directions, counting slowly to ten in my head. I had spent years in therapy to try and put a damper on my obsession with standard English. I couldn't stand the sight of the incorrect spelling of Katie's text and the worst part was that she knew it better than most.

"It's not worth the energy," I said to myself as I pulled my jacket on. It was cold in the a16. Obsession3 days ago in Short Stories

Barefootin Bamabillie no. 8All kinda billies

Reckon its bout time I tole alla you-all bout my lil possey o barefootin Bamabillie buds, cuz I awreddy menshind em a few times n ifn yall r still with me then I reckon yall got a rite to know who they-all is. They all love barefootin evry bit as much as i duz, n dat shood cum to yall as no sooprize. Ime the leeder cuz i bin a-barefootin my hole life roun here, n Ime the one whut got the barefootin Bamabille shack we use fer ar clubhouse, but the others all vie fer barefootinest, so we goze barefootin far n wide n love showin off our dirty barefootin feet, specially where fokes dont b likin it!

First there be the locals,Barefootin Bamabillie no. 83 days ago in Short Stories

Remembrance

I always was picked on for many things. My skin color, my clothes, my hair. My friends.
In school, I only had about one friend. His name was Chester. I barely knew him when he disappeared, but before that we were great friends. He had my back, and I had his.

• • • • •

I walked to middle school every day, trying so desperately before I left to convince my parents I was sick or something. They never fell for it unless I WAS sick. I never wanted to go because the other students teased me because I was small, always wore shirts that were black and red striped and a red scarf that looked like the ends wRemembrance4 days ago in Short Stories

225Rapidamente las ideas brotaron de su boca cual olas de mar, sin direccion alguna, golpeandose entre si, lentamente poco a poco se movian unas hacia otras , sin parar un instante y sin notarlo se habian mezclado hasta ser una sola pieza, una gran pieza de estupideces, ideas, sentimientos que no valia la pena enteder, quizá fuese necesario hacerlo, sin embargo, no tenia deseo alguno por hacerlo, sin saber que podría ser, sin importar en lo mas minimo.

Las ondas golpeaban en el interior del cubo, estruendo, ruido, sin calma alguna, el deseo por no sentir aquella vibración, por no querer sentir nada.

Tan dificil llega a ser el respirar como el2255 days ago in Short Stories

There was a young man, and he There was a young man, and he was very lonely in the world.

He was an artist, and he drew pictures of empty buildings and destroyed skylines. He sketched outlines of graveyards, and visited old, blasted houses that had yet to be restored after burning. He knew his subject well, and his subject was the end.

He lived in a small apartment in a large apartment building, and the lights didn't always work and the ceiling leaked and there was no elevator even though he lived on the very highest floor, the 11th, but it was inexpensive, and he liked knowing there were many people crammed in closely around him, even though he rarely spokeThere was a young man, and he 6 days ago in Short Stories

Ice Cream The sun shone gently down over the lawn, but Timothy knew he would need energy more than today's morning sunlight. You see, this day was not like any other day. This day was a Wednesday. Wednesday might not mean too much to too many people, but for the children on this block, Wednesday was the greatest day of all. At one twenty-two every Wednesday, the ice-cream cart wheeled its way down 34th Street. The kids of 34th Street would hear a familiar jingle and dash as quick as they could out the door with quarters in their hands and smiles on their faces.

So why is it that Timothy hated Wednesdays so badly? It's not that he didn't haveIce Cream1 week ago in Short Stories

~( Mama!Reader x Child!Feli+Teen!America ) Mother " Muther will always be there "

* Feli's P.O.V *
I ran around the house very gently due to that the clothes i'm wearing is a white , Long collar sleeve dress. I think it is a dress but Alfie says its just a long shirt. Anyway I am Feli , only 3 years old ! Currently searching the rarest flower on the whole planet ! They only appear , only on muther's day. Suddenly Alfie came out of nowhere & knocked me down to land hard on my bum.

+ To the story! : D +

As I was walking down the hallway that lead to the backyard, I notice that America is picking up Feli into his arm. America turned his head towards to me & flashes me a quick smile then ~( Mama!Reader x Child!Feli+Teen!America ) Mother1 week ago in Short Stories

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“Rise and Shine!” Shouted Commandant Marcel. “We’ve got work to do!”

The soldiers filed out of their bunks single file and headed for the doorway that led to the mess hall. They all sat down with their trays and ate their breakfast of toast, hotcakes, and about 10 different types of sausage. The French always took great care of their soldiers. After breakfast was done they filed out into the testing room which had been used very often lately.

“Another weapons testing? What’s this one gonna be a pocket knife?” A soldier thought to himself.

There had been over two dozen weapons testings inACE2 weeks ago in Short Stories

Trampled Under FootTrampled under foot

It’s been ten years already. Ten years since my husband passed away. No. I have to stop saying that. It’s been ten years since he killed my husband. And for that, I’ll never forgive him. But irony’s a bitch. I’ve been following him for eight years now. Yes I knew it was him. Yes I knew he stabbed my husband seventeen times in the chest. But still, I have travelled with him, eaten with him, lived with him for eight years. I was at peace. My mind was free, and I could help him as well. Cure him from the virulent guilt that erroded his soul. We were at peace. My mind was free.

I had made promisTrampled Under Foot2 weeks ago in Short Stories

An Intimate TerrorIn late January of 2013, this letter was found in an undelivered mailbag at a Royal Mail storage facility. It was written approximately seventy years before its discovery.

Dearest Carol,

I am compelled to write you, to describe the pitiless things that dominate my life in these days of horror. I wish I could say I write so that you will know I am alive, but the truth is more likely I write for the selfish need to unburden my mind, especially considering the very likely possibility that you will never receive my letter, isolated as we are in this endless maze, hundreds of miles from the nearest allied station. That none of us will emerge An Intimate Terror2 weeks ago in Short Stories

Answer Me This one Riddle?On the day you are able to speak a cat appears in front of you. He ask's you a single riddle and tells you to think all your life if you'd like. You don't have to answer but if you do you will get a wish. You think long and hard for about 20 years. You have a family, two kids, a boy and a girl. Caring husband and the house of your dreams. Everything is perfect until you dream, about the riddle you were asked all those years ago. You wake up and think long and hard for the answer. You think you know it and wonder how to contact the cat. You hear someone say, "You called?" You turn around to see the cat sitting there. Waving his tail back in foAnswer Me This one Riddle?2 weeks ago in Short Stories

The PartyThe night began with fire. The people gathered around, watching it burn, watching it grow. Then they through the animals on to it, waiting until their skin had turned black and burned. They gorged themselves on the dead animals, savouring the juice embedded in the flesh. With it they drank swaths of an amber fluid, letting it null their senses and bring on a sense of euphoria. They danced around the flame as they drank, yelping in loud voices and waiting their turn to grab the succulent animals that would sustain them. Soon they piled into a small chamber. The leader of the group stepped toward a small black box. With a black rod he controlleThe Party2 weeks ago in Short Stories

Self Sacrifice My steps echoed into the empty blackness of the night. Lightning flashed all around me, the thunder was inaudible over the sound of my music. The city swayed as I walked, lights dimly flashing through the dense rain. I didn't know where I was walking, I just knew to keep going forward. My thumb caressed the clip of my knife, which was tucked safely in my pocket. My phone vibrated in my pocket constantly, probably my parents and friends wondering where I was. I didn't answer, mainly because I didn't really know where I was either, and I had no idea why I'd walked here in the first place. Sometimes, this happened to me, but never this bad. ISelf Sacrifice2 weeks ago in Short Stories

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