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The non-existent girlfriend
One Christmas, the roommate went on a date with his girlfriend. I was alone in my room. I turned the bathroom lights on, turned the hot water light on, and the bathroom fogged up with light, like a miracle manifestation. I was surfing the internet, journaling, tweeting, pretending I was waiting for a woman to finish her shower and come out to have sex with me in a room across from the living room, but I actually turned on the water and no one was in the bathroom.
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction
The Sparrow Falls
[Chapter 1] The Mercedes was just pulling out of the driveway. This time on a ten-week trip. My brother and myself watched as it backed into the side street, switched to drive, and pulled away. He'd only been home four days, but those days were beautiful. He told us stories of all the adventures and how he helped a whole town of people, by treating them for…. was it malaria this time or maybe cholera? He was a great doctor and an excellent story teller. We had spent hours staying up late laughing and he listened intently to everything I had to say. He took us to the zoo and told us of all the animals then ice cream after. We also went to the space museum because my brother. He'd read to us, and make sure to tell us he loves us every night before we fell asleep. The agony of seeing him go was only lessened by knowing he would return, and it would be just as wonderful all over again.
By John Heusted4 years ago in Fiction
Corn
When you're all alone, do you really chew with you mouth closed? Do you gently dab your napkin to your lip? Do you cut bites that actually fit in your mouth? Or, do you stuff your food into your mouth like a blue whale gone rogue?
By Sir Philip4 years ago in Fiction
The temper of Xue Feng Mountain
He walked out of Xupu high-speed railway station, he looked up to the Chu sky, to watch the clouds, whether there is a white-clad tall man standing on the banks of the Xushui, that must be his long-cherished Qu Yuan, but unfortunately the sky is cloudy, black clouds locking green mountains, like rain, white Qu Zi is missing, but there are a few egrets quill in the rice fields, Qu Zi does not wade river Ruoxi, where to go white shadow fairy trail. A group of literary figures squeezed into a small bus that picked up the station and drove to Xue Feng Shan Thousand Village Yao Village.
By SondJam4 years ago in Fiction
Above the walls
Qian Zhongshu once used a city wall as a metaphor for marriage, saying, "Marriage is a walled city, people outside the city want to get in, people in the city want to get out.
By SondJam4 years ago in Fiction
Farewell, my old house
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By SondJam4 years ago in Fiction
Mama's Porch
It is comfortable here. Swaying on the swing through the nice May air. I get a cold chill every time I think about it. Thank you for putting it there for me to swing on. And another way to remember it is to gather the memories in my cute adorable mind. Later on I will go and sit down and write about it, like I am doing now.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragonlord
“There weren't always Dragons in the valley,” old Wilfrin said with a mischievous smile, his voice scratchy after a long day in the fields. He took a long swig of his ale and looked around. “Gather close children, tonight I will tell you the tale of Kavri, the last king of Pelandale.”
By Peter B4 years ago in Fiction
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By Nick Sifuentes4 years ago in Fiction
Stripes and Scales - Chapter I: "The Street and the Pool"
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Long before she had been old enough to grasp the concept, she had heard the adults speak, in whispers, about the beasts. They whispered, as their parents and their parents before them, had once shouted, because the years had worn them down, left them able to do little more than raise their crops and their children, debate and plan their communities, and always, prepare themselves for war against their enemies, be they human or reptilian. What fabulous enemies they made, these legends of the air and the water and the very bowels of their Kingdom-earth, how magnificent!
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
Valley of the Stars
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By K.J. Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
An Anthem of Wings
There weren't always dragons in the valley. It wasn't their home, but they had been driven from so many places, so many other homes, the valley was all they had left. Dex knew the stories by heart. His Granddad had told them to him since the age he could walk, and when Granddad passed beyond, Granny had told them to him on the nights he was restless and couldn't settle to sleep. He remembered them both telling him the stories as he stood before his Granny's freshly dug grave.
By R.S. Belcher4 years ago in Fiction