Write a story where someone finds comfort in an unexpected event, place, or person.
Posted in Adults on Oct 31, 2022
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“The Gardener and the Trashman” by Josh Mullenax
“What exactly does basil smell like?” He wondered, thinking about his abundant basil plant back at home. He, mentally, was among his plants, walking down the carefully tended rows. His thoughts continued, “If I had to tell someone who had never had basil before what it smelled like, what would I tell them? I could talk through the acrid, herbaceous, and earthy taste of sage, and just tell them it’s that- ...
“Spider-tailed Viper” by Alexander Brotherton
Growing up in a family of hunters was the best place for someone like me. I was destined to be a hunter. My parents thought so too. Dad’s side has a tradition of waiting to see the child before deciding on a name. First time my mom held me and looked into my eyes she said, “This boy’s a Hunter.” At least that’s what I was told. I wasn’t there. My parents were moral hunters. Skill-wise they were amazing. They took...
“Life's Journey ” by Ruby Pix
Writing a story doesn't take experience, or guts, and while those things do come into play much later in one's life, it isn't as important as just writing is. To make something, you have to take the steps to actually start it. Ashley Folder, is an upcoming writer in highschool. She writes novels as a hobby and often wins in small contests. Her ginger hair is long and wavy, and compliments her turquoise eyes. She usuall...
“The Balcony” by MELANIE WOODS
It wasn’t until Lockdown that Jacob realised he was lonely; before that, he had thought of himself simply as someone leading a quiet life. What he missed most was the noise, secondly the smells: the noise and the smells that had, up until now, infiltrated his subconscious from the balcony below, filling his head with joy, hope and that indefinable feeling of being truly, fully, alive. Ire, who lived ...
“Mali's year” by F.O. Morier
A grey sky looked down on the grey ground. As far as the eye could see, everything was grey. A treacherous muddy river made countless bends between its banks. At Harry's bend, the water was constantly churned by the heavy wheel of a mill, scarred by storms and the sun, in the same desolate colors as its sad surroundings. On a cliff above, a dozen unfenced houses stood in a group.<...
“Even One Connection” by Francois Kosie
I feel lucky to be at an enormous mansion standing proudly on the edge of a small seaside cliff. The floors are made of smooth mirror-like stone and there’s a wide ocean view dotted with sailboats. It’s starting to get dark, and the lights just discreetly turned on. All around me, fancily dressed people are enjoying cocktails, laughing at each other’s jokes, and closing business deals. White sand beaches stretch out lazily below us, and some of the wedding invitees are playing in the waves, under the gentle orange rays of the evening sun....
“The Paradoxical Effect” by Ian Matonti
George flipped on the television. The cathode ray tube set hummed and the picture came into focus. “The coronavirus has spread to every major city in the United States. Governor Huard issued a state of emergency. Lockdowns go into effect at midnight tonight. If you need to go to a store you must wear a mask—“ George stared at the screen in a mixture of horror and disbelief. His cheek twi...
“Trampled Back to Life” by Althea Jones
Libby Porter had been raised in a devoutly religious household, and believed there was no problem in the world that could not be solved by prayer. Libby never had any reason to doubt this; so, when her faith failed her and she could not find comfort when she needed it most, she was utterly lost.Her twin sister, Carla, was hit and killed by a drunk driver when they were 18. Libby’s world collapsed and her faith seemed to be gone, along with Carla. Their home had been quiet and serious even before Carla died, but after, al...
“Beastly Comforts” by Kimberly Pienkawa
Content warning: gore and death The kettle whistled. They were lazy and lounging in bed, sweat-stains left in the sheets. Outside, the leaves rattled and the asphalt oozed the last of September’s heat. “You gonna get it?” Cass said, lifting an eyebrow, unself-consci...
“Delivery” by Mandi Jackson
Loud fixtures in the stairwell cut shards of awful light into whatever sleep the girl still had in her. They stepped out into the parking lot. Her pajama feet--shoved into snow boots--began to collect sweat, started to itch. Her little brother asked for donuts, and then sneezed. Their mother didn’t answer. She had darted ahead to the snow-covered car, scraping at the ice on the door handle with her key in search of the...
“Goodbye, Saint Nick” by Macy Farmer
She was starting to grow tired of the crunch of snow beneath her boots. An hour of following deer tracks produced nothing but a half-eaten corpse and a pair of lethargic Howlers that—thanks to their recent meal—barely put up a fight as they were dispatched. Dara pulled her arrow from one’s temple groan. “Don’t suppose we can salvage anything from the doe, huh?” Knelt by the corpse, Kole h...
“Live in Peace” by Megan Franzen
“Wow, Angie, you look great.” “Thank you, Scott,” she said with a smile before moving on across the room. She strode slowly over to the bar in the far corner, receiving a flurry of compliments along the journey. With the same, gorgeous grin, she thanked each of them just as she had Scott. She did look great. Probably the best she ever had. Even better than that, though, was how great s...
“Being Martha” by Melissa Rea
Being Martha Martha Evans knew she shouldn’t have made the second pecan pie. Louella Davis being dead only required one pie for the visitation. The only reason for the second one was her own sweet tooth. Dr. Watson was going to have a blue blazes fit when she saw Martha’s blood sugar numbers next week. Eighty seven years might be enough time on this earth and if pec...
“A Mother's Love” by Pene Worth
I saw Mother today, across the street. Our street. She looked at me, I am sure she saw me. Her eyes connected to mine before executing a barely discernible flicker to her grandchild at my side. The word ‘Mother’ began to form on my tongue, a ridiculous surge of hope flared hot in my chest. She turned away and walked on as if we did not exist. I think I saw one of those small rises in the corner ...
“End of a Dream” by Lucy Gardner
I stared at the celestial body of Mars, burning orange against the dark-blue sky of Earth. The night was dead and the moon was hidden. A cloudless sky. A silent world. The city of skyscrapers had never before been so bare of all its monotone.It was irony and a chuckle was the only remedy. People wondered if global warming would end us or perhaps nuclear decimation would do the trick. We liked to imagine the end of the world as something that could be stopped if only we all took great pains to care, and yet? The world was...
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