The Visit
The doorbell will surely buzz any minute. It’s a one-tone, rapid-fire “brriiiiiiiing” that ruptures the silence and always seems to cut right through any mid-sentence…
The doorbell will surely buzz any minute. It’s a one-tone, rapid-fire “brriiiiiiiing” that ruptures the silence and always seems to cut right through any mid-sentence…
Millennia ago, hidden in the deep, dark abyss of the ocean, among the vast nocturne Corallian sea glass reefs, a domed city called Koriko thrived.…
he sun looms large, glaring down at the white city beneath it. The buildings of the city, old as they are, have lost their colour. The paint that clothed the once vibrant plaster buildings, has long since peeled and flaked off, faded over time. In some roofed areas, evidence of their once glorious past remains. It must have been so- books from the time before, rambled on about a great city, vibrant with colour and something organic called trees. The only colour that the inhabitants of this bleached city know is the white of their surroundings, the blue of their sky and the empty blackness of night. Unbeknownst to these inhabitants, buried deep in the vast emptiness lay billions of shiny jewels that would twinkle in all their glory. If only they would turn off their white lights.
An imaginative piece using an unusual narrator.
The salty wind danced spirals over the rippling ocean, picking up shards of sea mist, shifting clouds and flickering through the dirty hair of the…
Ring. Bop. Beep. Slam. Crunch. These are the sounds that surround me. Fill me. Drive me. The phone, the stapler, the fax machine, the cars…
I am the man with the boat. My people love me, but more importantly, they love my boat. Asubuhi Upepo is her name, or in…
This original story is inspired by a scene in the novel, Jasper Jones I don't know why she came to me. Did she need help,…
As he scanned the columns, reciting 23, 5, 1, 9, 6, 8, the date of his late wife’s birthday, Jonah Mallory rubbed his eyes, trying…
The night was lit by the smiles of pinstriped men and feathered ladies. Their hands flailed and bodies mashed together like a cluster of bees.…