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Juxtaposition
The roar of motorcycle engines echoed through the normally quiet valley, alerting the villagers to the potential chaos about to arrive. Most residents hoped the riders would pass through without stopping, but a few waited anxiously for them to arrive. Members of the village clan felt visitors during the summer solstice was a sign not to be overlooked.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
Rose Hips
Fynn Blanchard walked to her first class briskly, she was ten minutes late already because of her stalker. She had finally been accepted into John Hopkins medical school for psychology. She had been a star psych student at university, but they didn’t offer all the classes she needed to become a forensic psychologist. This first class was on the brain and its physical structures. She knew the basics but the physical side of it didn’t interest her as much as the behavioral. She walked into the room and saw there weren’t many students but there were still almost no places to sit. The Professor stopped talking and looked at her.
By Raine Fielder3 years ago in Fiction
A Girl Who Sang the Blues. Content Warning.
Blueish smoke hung low over the circular tables before the stage. Dim light glittered in every eye as they watched the singer finish her song. It was haunting, beautiful, and it captured the heart of everyone who heard it. Every heart but one.
By Alexander McEvoy3 years ago in Fiction
In the Dark of the Woods. Content Warning.
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. “A young woman clad in a deep blue dress loomed in the second story window. Flecks of maroon liquid shimmered with the flickering light. Her hands trembled as she turned the latch and swung open the panes.
By Kevin Barkman4 years ago in Fiction
Water's Edge
Cordelia felt like she needed to get to the cabin as quickly as possible. She had just gotten off work and was on her way to her first vacation in what felt like forever. When she finally saw it, her heart leaped, she hadn’t remembered her grandmother’s cabin being so grand. It looked like something out of a calendar. Dark wood logs stacked three stories with a wraparound porch, surrounded by the polychromatic leaves of autumn. Getting away from the coast was exactly what she needed, regardless of what her friends had to say. Living on the beach had not helped her anxiety about water. This place seemed as dry as it could get and that was exactly what she really needed.
By Raine Fielder4 years ago in Fiction
