Fiction
Fishkeeping in the Desert. Top Story - November 2023.
Yellow light becomes absorbed underwater at around thirty-five feet deep, but the air is golden and alive. It shimmers around tanks and walls, like a mirage in the desert. Vast and rolling mounds of sand stretch far and wide, with exclusive spots of unattainable soil. I work in one such spot of richness. This artificial oasis draws in parched crowds, thirsting for connection, community, escape. Thirsting for water.
By Elisabeth Balmon2 years ago in Chapters
Caught
Chapter 8: Won't Be A Bother "Follow my lead," I whisper to her. I stand up and straighten out my shirt. I turn to look at the guy that is practically obsessed with Haley. He's definitely not much to look at. You could tell he was a jock. He still looks like a douche. Short blond hair, brown eyes. Still wearing his letterman's jacket. You could tell it's seen better days. He was either a star quarterback, or he was a basketball point guard. Either way, he was typically still living in his "Glory Days' ' kind of guy.
By Michelle Hill2 years ago in Chapters
Magnetism
Chapter 3; Magnetism Chapter 1 is here Jonathon could tell something was wrong when Susan answered the phone. He couldn’t put his finger on it exactly but there was something in her voice that made him feel concerned. He could hear, what sounded like, fear in her voice and hoped he wasn’t making a mistake by calling her like this.
By Gerald Holmes2 years ago in Chapters
Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 1.
The incessant ticking of the carriage clock on the mantel was the only sound breaking the oppressive silence that had settled on the flat. John sat motionless in his frayed armchair, staring blankly ahead as the clock hands etched their way towards half past ten. Thirty more minutes of wakeful consciousness remaining before he could seek respite in chemically-induced sleep.
By Tanya Doolin2 years ago in Chapters
The party
This is chapter two in the the story, " For the Love of Coffee." Chapter 1 is linked here. Chapter 2; The Party During the short walk to the boutique all Susan could think about was Jonathon Roland. The way he walked, the way he talked, his smile, his eyes, his clothes, everything about him fascinated her. She couldn’t remember any man that made her feel the way she felt in his presence. It was if the room was charged with electricity during their meeting.
By Gerald Holmes2 years ago in Chapters
Him & I
Something I started working on tonight... HIM & I © 2023 Author Sai Marie dedicated to JKF. I strode along the walkway – the sunset shining down on me with a golden light and seemed to fill my hair with a shimmering radiance. It was almost surreal. The years spent between the initial moment of my soul crossing paths with His; it was the sort of thing you imagine lovers of olde experience, but you – you never expected it to happen to you. And why would it?
By Sai Marie Johnson2 years ago in Chapters
THE UNLIKELY SAVIOUR
Sleep. I was all too familiar with lounging on my human, John's bed and grabbing what, to him, was a much-needed shuteye. For all my laziness, I was loyal to a fault. Like every good canine, I tagged behind John wherever he went and would bare my teeth instantly if he came under any threat. Of course, John adored me for this and often paid tribute (in treats, of course) to our 7-year-friendship.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Chapters
