#short stories Tumblr posts

  • raulf-o
    03.12.2021 - 9 minutes ago

    The Horrorscope - Episode 49: Eclipse Part 4: Bracing for Totality

    Even if we find them, what if they’re on another continent? We can’t move that fast or gather enough forces to take them down, says Ken. We’ll have to figure that out later. First we need to figure out who those that kidnapped the criminal were, where they went, what they were doing and how to stop this before a billion die today, says Kei. I’ll message Niles to get me the numbers for other captains for them to be in standby if we need them, says Wasa. I’ll help with the calls, says Pincer. Me too, says Ram. What should I do? asks Mary. When we get the people involved in the kidnapping, try to find their names, addresses, everything of the sort, says Wasa. We’ll then try to figure out where they went afterwards, says Kei. I’ll look into the satellites and transmitters, says Ken. By the way, I heard that you guys upgraded to filming capabilities with your satellites, says Kei. Who told you that? asks Wasa. A birdie, says Kei. Don’t look at me, Ken tells Wasa. A guy approaches Phenos and whispers something. Phenos turns towards Kei. The forensics are done. They said that the blood was that of the criminal. And whatever was in the bag was not much of worth either, sadly, says Phenos. So that means that if this doesn’t work, we’re fucked. No more leads, no more chances, nothing more than another billion dead, says Kei. Then go! Let’s get moving, says Wasa.

    To death and beyond, says Z as he holds up a glass of water. They all look in awe at him. Brothers, sisters, wives, friends and foes, today is the day we’ve been working on for twenty thousand years. Today is the day we’ve won. No matter the mistakes we’ve made along the way. No matter the disagreements we’ve had. One thing was always there for us and tied us in this dream of ours. Death! The need for death. The love of death. And the pain of living with these ungrateful, selfish, frustratingly hypocritical bastards! As soon as these twenty four hours end, we will have achieved something that no one will ever be able to take from us, replicate or undo, says Z as the thirty members get up to applaud him. I want to thank you all for your effort, your patience, your time and the fact that you remained by my side. And I want to especially thank the one, the only genius, the man that brought us this glorious day, Perses! says Z as they one more stand up to clap. Oh please. If it weren’t for what you, we wouldn’t have been able to pull this off. Especially after what happened ten years ago, says Perses. It was a miracle what happened ten years ago, says Asteria. To death! exclaims Z as he toasts with his glass of water..

    Niles sent me the phone numbers, I’ll forward them to you. Please explain the situation to them nicely, says Wasa. Ram and Pincer look at their phones and quickly leave the room to make the phone calls. We found them, they are three in total. One criminal and two kidnappers then, says Kei. Where? asks Mary. There. Ken, come over here. Can you make out if there are any video cameras from around here? We need their faces, says Kei. Ken leans over to look at the monitor. I’ll look, give me a minute, says Ken. I’ll come with you. I’ll take over once you find me a good picture with their faces, says Mary. How far can we follow them for? asks Kei. For as long and wide as you want, says Wasa. You guys are creepy. I understand why you built this. But at the same time, I still don’t agree with it, says Kei. Does it matter? We’re about to save another billion lives, says Wasa. It matters, says Kei as they follow the two with the kidnappers. It doesn’t. Otherwise this wouldn’t be one small room in the basement of this precinct with three computers, says Wasa. Do you recognize that building they went in? Kei asks Wasa. I do, but that doesn’t make much sense. It’s just a regular apartment building, says Wasa. I’ll speed it up, says Kei. Nothing, just one van and they didn’t come out, says Wasa. There’s a laundromat there, says Phenos. Oh no, that means that the van is what drove them away. That means they know about this, says Kei. Found them, says Mary. Oh no, this is getting worse, says Kei as he looks at their photos.

    If you liked this episode of The Horrorscope then don’t forget to like, share and comment. If you want to keep the short stories free and want more of them, you can always donate at: https://www.paypal.me/RaulFO

    #The Horrorscope#Horoscope#Daily Horoscope #Nobody The Blog #Short Story #Raul F. O. #Short Story Series #Short Stories #New short story #New Story#New stories #Short Story Blog #Short Story Blogger #Short Story Author #Short Stories Blog #Short Stories Blogger #Short Stories Author #Raul F. O. Short Story #Raul F. O. Short Stories #Author Short Story #Authors Short Stories #Story#Stories#Story Time#Series #The Horrorscope Series #The Horrorscope short story series #The Horrorscope part 49 #The Horrorscope episode 49 #Nobody
    View Full
  • srtoonz
    03.12.2021 - 1 hour ago

    On the 3rd Day of Christmas the Zilla Gave to Me...~

    #chuck the chameleon #mini comic#christmas#cartoon #digital comic for sale #discount #Great Gravy Boats of God what a bargain! #hoohoo#chameleon#looney lizard#cwazy #crazy hashtags aren't they? #steven rose cartoons #sr toonz#art#stories#quick read#digest#comic#short comic#comic books#webcomics #and a blue kitty in a pear tree
    View Full
  • katygorl
    03.12.2021 - 1 hour ago

    A little something I first started in my drafts a week ago, of a mini scene that was in my head. This being of two of my @thethreemages characters(as well as a mention of a canon one!), Winnie and Colden~ :3

    This takes place when the two are a little older(like 1-2 years in the future), with Winnie getting ready for her first ever date. She’s a little nervous about it at first, and though she gets frustrated with her brother’s protective act upon him hearing about it, she knows he means well deep down and just has her happiness and wellbeing in mind.

    I hope you enjoy reading~ ^w^

    =============================================================

    Settled into the southside of New Grayle City was the Igalls household, quiet as everyone was doing their own things. The father, Lucian, was out though, with his children staying at home. The eldest child, Colden, was laying down on the couch in the living room, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone as the tv played on a low volume. The youngest child, Winnie, was sitting on her bed in her room, trying not to freak out as she was in the middle of getting dressed.

    “O-okay, breathe. You’ve got this.”

    Her heart was beating fast, as her mind was racing with multiple scenarios of what could wrong. Her first ever date was in little over an hour, and she was trying her best to calm her nerves down. Unlike her friends she never had much experience with romance before, so all her newfound feelings and this date had been overwhelming for her to deal with. She knew she should not worry too much, as they were just going to the Starlit Shores boardwalk, a place she had been to before. Most of her worries came from her thinking of all the ways she could mess up, though she knew her date was a pretty patient person from their previous talks and hangouts.

    “Everything will be fine, I’ll be fine! All I have to do is just be myself, and trust that he likes me...”

    She raised her head, gazing at her reflection in her mirror before giving herself a soft smile. Getting up from her bed, she felt a rush of newfound confidence as she looked at the outfit ensemble that she had laid out, ready to start getting ready again.

    “A-all right, let’s do this!”

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    As Colden was in the middle of watching a random movie that he had found playing while channel-surfing, he heard the soft creak of the stairs as his sister stepped her way down them. She came to stand in the small entryway, smoothing down her outfit. She was dressed up more than she normally was, wearing an orange knee-length dress, a short-sleeved cropped, white cardigan with matching flats, and her hair pulled back in a simple, but nice-looking fashion. She glanced around the living room, her brows furrowing slightly in worry as she addressed her brother. “Hey Col, is dad still out? I was hoping for a ride...”

    Leaning his head back to look at her, he turned around completely as he saw her all dressed up, much different than she usually did. “Whoa, where are you going?”

    Picking up on the slight tone of his words, Winnie let out a small sigh as she walked a little closer to where he was. “Come on, don’t be like that. Am I not allowed to go out anywhere?”

    “I didn’t say that. I just meant... you never dress like this normally, you know, so I just wanted to make sure you’re going somewhere safe...”

    “Oh,” her cheeks grew pink, averting eye contact as she fiddled with her sleeve. “W-well, to tell the truth... I am supposed to be going to Starlit Shores...”

    “I’m sorry, what was that last part? I couldn’t hear you,” his expression and tone had softened, but his eyebrows still furrowed in concern.

    Winnie’s blush grew more as she became embarrassed, but she did not feel like hiding the truth anymore. She took a couple seconds to compose herself, swallowing the lump of fear that had been building up in her throat. “F-for a date...”

    “A date?? With who?” a protective edge returned to his words, Colden’s natural big brother instincts kicking in.

    His sister’s cheeks were still warm, but she had calmed down more by that point to answer him, even if she wished he would lose the protective act and trust her more. “H-his name is Finn... We first met little over a year ago, but have only been talking and hanging out more as friends for the past several months. We were actually just hanging out again a couple of weeks ago, a-and that’s when I realized I had started liking him as something ‘more’...”

    Colden had abandoned any leftover attention he was still retaining for the movie at this point, muting it as he sat up straighter on the couch to listen patiently to his sister’s story. “So... I am guessing you told him that?”

    “Y-yeah... I was so nervous, but it felt right in the moment when I did... and, to my surprise he said he had started liking me as well! So after awkwardly talking about it for a bit, we decided to plan a little ‘date’ of sorts, at Starlit Shores since the view of the sunset from the boardwalk is so gorgeous there, a-and it was a favorite activity of ours to watch it so we decided to do a simple one there for our first one...”

    “Hmm, I see...” Colden stood up from the couch, walking over to her. “Listen, I’m sorry if I sounded a little harsh just now, you know I just want the best for you and to make sure your safe,” he put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I really am happy for you, Winn. I don’t know much about this Finn guy, but he sounds like a good person and I hope you two enjoy your date together.”

    Winnie could feel her eyes watering just a bit, sniffling a little as she leaned in to give her brother a hug, a full smile gracing her features. “Thank you, Col. That means so much to me...”

    “You’re welcome,” he returned the hug, a small smile of his own forming. The two stood there quiet for a moment, before Colden pulled away slightly to face his sister. “Hey, do you still need a ride? Dad’s still out doing whatever, but I could give you one if you want.”

    “O-oh! Yes! I almost forgot about that,” she pulled away too, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Shoot, I’m probably going to be late! Y-yeah, I’ll need a ride, please.”

    Colden chuckled slightly, in higher spirits now as he turned off the tv and went to grab his keys and shoes. “Hey, it’s no problem! I know you could probably get there fast with your speed magic, but I’ll save you from getting all sweaty and stuff,” his shoes now on, he walked towards the door, opening it slightly before turning back to her. “I hope you’ve got spandex on or something though, since I only have my motorcycle to get you there. Is that okay?”

    “Oh, um, that’s fine. And, I do, yeah,” she followed him outside to the garage, catching the helmet he threw to her as they got there. Putting it on, she made sure it was snug enough before she climbed on the bike behind him. Adjusting the small bag she brought and her outfit slightly so it would not get uncomfortable during the ride, she wrapped her arms around her brother’s waist to hold on. “Thank you again for this, Col, really.”

    Adjusting his own position, Colden started up the motorcycle, revving the engine a little before takeoff. He looked back at his sister and smiled. “No problem.”

    View Full
  • thefairwhitelight
    03.12.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Music

    Idea: Your Lie in April (Anime)

    !!Sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors!!

    I was 5 years old when I met him in a competition. He was playing piano at that time. But he can play both violin and piano. He is really a genius. Everyone loves him and his music. His music is very calm and gentle that you can feel. That's why I started to play violin and piano. We became partners and enemies at the same time. He is always in the 1st place, well what do you expect. But even though, I'm not mad at him. He is my inspiration. My music. Until one day, I stop playing music. Why? Because I can't hear my music. I can't feel my music. I can't even see the notes when I play. But even though I can't hear, feel and see the notes, I continue to practice. It's been years since I join my last competition. Our school will have a music competition. It's by section. Some of my classmates join the contest. While me, staring at the window, ignoring their excitement. Our class president said, "A professional pianist and violist will come!" Then I look at our class president. I secretly register my name in the registrar. I practice so hard to hear my music and see the notes. The day comes, I am sitting on the bench, nervous. Overthinking, What if I fail? What if I can't hear it? What if, if I ran? There are many what-ifs inside my head. Then, I saw him again. He is my partner. We will be going to play again. I'm so excited. It's my turn. My classmates is shocked to see me walking to the stage. I wish the time may stop. I want to play with him. Again and again. Then, he presses a key and starts playing. I'm so happy. We play again. It is almost done when a tear drop in my eye. I heard my music. I can feel it now. I can see the notes again. Then I look at my accompaniment and thank him. I go down to the stage and look at my old instructor. He is so happy. He approach me and said, "I'm happy you are back. Your music is really amazing. I know your music reaches him." Then he smiles. I smile too and said, "Yes sir. My music reaches him. He is now gone but he is always there beside me playing music." Then a tear escapes my eyes again. Then, my instructor gave me a hug. It's been a years, since he died in a cancer. I decided that I will continue to play music even though he's gone. The last time I saw him was playing the piano while I'm playing the violin. I want my music to reach him so I will continue to play until I die.

    Ps. this is my first time to write a story

    View Full
  • bastiendream
    03.12.2021 - 1 hour ago

    nightmare of sex

    la piel suda sobre mi regazo, lirios rodando, puestas en el sol, convirtiéndose en trozos mas allá de las palabras que he encontrado, fotografía permanente que lo hará un deseo en la ventana del copiloto, estoy en la estación en las consecuencias negativas que provocaste base las ideas abusivas que tienes del amor, ella sabe que lo negó.

    la piel suda en las disculpas de ser una bestia obsesionada con el amor, pregunto evidenciando a los olvidados, ¿cuantos puntos debo ganar para corresponderlo con las mas gentiles manos, si es que pudiese al menos dejarlo debajo? sin perdón, sin vergüenza, sin nada mejor que ello lo demuestre, sabemos que no existen corazones puros, ¿soy aun un testigo en quien puedas confiarle tus ideas de lo que siempre has pensado que ha sido este desesperante y sofocante de continuo dominios? quizás ahora sea menos de todo lo que hemos sabido que es la vida, seremos torturados y lastimados, dejados en el vacío, el final nos estropeara en un auto que le pertenezca al amigo mas cercano, su compañía olerá al único sueño que podrás llevarte contigo, no seas un desesperanzado, nadie se enamora de ellos, dirán que otros murieron porque aseguraron que no eras suficientemente confiado para pensar por ti mismo, eso no es algo de lo que deberías disculparte cada que estamos en la soledad de una tarde en tu habitación, ni siquiera tienes porque desear arruinarlo, es la forma en que detenemos las acciones de otros para permitirnos suceder en silencio, lo siento.

    es una pesadilla sobre sexo lo que te conté en los poemas donde decía que aun quería soñar y crecer, aquellos donde exprese la mitad de las cosas que se quedan en la mitad de los bucillos cuando es quedarse y observarlo perder, sin involucrarse, o lo que solera reclamar un aquello que escuchara el silencio de decidir no discutirle, estaré soñando imágenes, dolerá menos que descubrir que me empapelaran cerca de las medallas que ganes, arrogando todas mis pertenencias a las casas de mis amigos, ni siquiera conversaran, ni ellos sabrán que los objetos fuesen alguna vez míos, sera verano y los ciruelos partirán sus ramas para susurrarles que ni un poco han cambiado en conocer lo que pude ser, se escuchara aquella canción en los pasillos entremezclada con colores, aun deseo que lo sientas y que me beses, espero en tus mas crecientes alegrías y agonías, aun que lo dudes.

    View Full
  • darkpagesdarkerages
    03.12.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Kola:  The Forgotten Door to Hell (2016 Horror Story)

       "The Kola Hole", this was the place my father warned me in his final moments to never travel to.  Ever since I was a little girl, I always had to look out for my father.  He was one of the workers who helped in drilling the Kola hole in West Siberia, one of the biggest projects ever conducted by man.  During the later years of the Kola Hole project, my father joined on as one of the technicians helping to drill down into the Earth's crust, further exposing the rock and water that lay kilometers below the surface of the earth.  

        More than twelve kilometers down, a hole made by Russian scientists was made to try to make it to the center of the Earth.  The project itself was the most daring expedition ever devised by a government to dig down into the Earth.  New instruments for drilling into the Earth's crust had to be invented, entire systems and towns were built to keep the hole from collapsing and to keep the project ongoing.  Over the course of nearly two decades, Russian scientists had dug down below the largest known locations in the world and had made it well below the Earth's surface.  However, as they began to drill, many strange things began to occur.  

        The rock they were drilling into became much hotter than they had previously predicted, causing the rocks below to act in a strange fashion as they drilled. The Earth itself reacted to the drills as if it were made of plastic.  The rock had become something almost organic, and would not move, as hard as the scientists tried to extract the rock.  The heat below the surface exceeded temperatures of 180 degrees celsius and the heat became too hot to continue drilling.  But something else that no one has been able to explain to me happened.  

        As my father was one of the drill technicians, responsible for monitoring the process of the drill, he was first on hand when an accident occurred.  Heat below had caused the drill to malfunction and he was harmed in the removal process.  He walked away injured from the operation and retired on the grounds of an inability to continue his work.  However, I always noticed a strange mark that traced itself up my father's left arm.  He told me not to touch it, as it would hurt him.  The skin there was scarred by a large burn, but he never explained how he got it.  He had been asked before about the incident, but he never gave the same story.   The story would change often and was never consistent.  He first claimed that the equipment when it was extracted burned him, later claiming that he was burned by petroleum at the site of extraction, and even later said that one of the homes the workers would stay in caught fire and he was burned as a result.  None of this made sense, but I never questioned my father on his injuries from his work on the Kola Hole project.  However, with the recent passing of my father, the Kola Hole has resurfaced as a topic of concern in my life.  

        My father was doomed after his accident to live a short life due to low blood circulation and a weakened heart.  I stayed by my father's side throughout his final moments.  What disturbed me was not how feared death or feared to be away from his family, what disturbed me was how he feared the thing that gave him his scars and ultimately ended his life.  "Valeria, please do not go to the Kola Hole.  Whatever you do, never go to the Kola Hole."  I was puzzled for a brief second but forgot about it that night.  We had the funeral for him a few days after his passing.  Quite a few people came, but not much was said about him.  My father became quite a recluse according to a few of his past coworkers, always obsessing over the old Kola project.  With the new revelation about some of my father's secret works, I went back home and began to look around his old office room.  I looked for some hidden files or possible books I hadn't read before, but nothing came up, that was until I flipped a switch on the side of one of our bookshelves.  The shelf rotated out and revealed a hidden room that was masked away from the rest of the house.

        There was a short staircase that led to it.  As I walked in, there was a clear leather comfort chair in the corner of the room, and on the opposite side was a large television with what looked like an old VHS tape player.  I looked over at the shelf of tapes and found one called "The Incident".  I took it off of the shelf and placed it into the tape player.  The film started off and showed some clips of my father working at the main machine on helping to lift up the drill, but something was glowing from the entrance of the hole.  Smoke was billowing up from the hole in the background and a deep red glow was emanating from several kilometers below.  There were shouts and screams coming from just beyond view as  scientists ran off in all directions away from the hole.  I saw my father try to pull up the drill as quickly as possible, hoping to bring it out in time.  But as he pulled it out, something horrifying happened.  

        Out from the bottom of the hole a hand engulfed in flames reached for and grabbed my father's left arm, burning his arm in the process of trying to drag him down into it, but he held on to the machine, gripping for dear life.  As he extracted the burning hot drill, one of the pieces fell down the hole, hitting whoever was reaching for him and releasing their grip on him long enough for him to escape.  From below, the hole bellowed out in a deep and frightening tone at my father.  "You will be our Joseph.  We have marked you, and you will find a swift path to Hell soon enough."  As the smoke continued to rise, other workers rushed in with a large cap and placed it over the hole, drilling in several bolts to hold it in place.

          I could see on the far left of the frame my father, panting on the floor having just escaped an early grave by a supernatural force within the Earth.  His arm had now cooled down and the mark I had always seen on his arm had now formed.  I paused the tape and became even more curious as to what the being below the surface said to my father.  "You will find a swift path to Hell soon enough."  I wondered what could have caused my father to have been marked and began to search through the tapes again for any further insight as to this terrifying incident.  I eventually came across a tape titled "My Biggest Mistake".  I took out the tape from the old Kola Hole facility and placed on the second tape.  The tape started slow, but something was already off.  My father had the camera aimed at someone who wasn't my mother, and the marking on his left arm was clearly visible as he held the camera with his right.  The woman slowly began to undress, talking in a seductive tone to my father.  As I watched a bit more of the tape before inevitably stopping it to avoid the cruel fact that faced me on the television screen.  My father was having an affair behind my mother's back, and he had videotaped one of the times him and this other woman had sex.  

        The being from beyond the Kola Hole had marked my father for dead.  I searched around the room for more documents and came across a note that my father made just two days before his passing.  "I can feel myself beginning to fade.  My mistakes have finally cost me my life, and I will now be paying for my mistakes.  I only hope that if my wife or daughter find this, that they can forgive me.  I am doomed to Hell, and I have no one to blame but myself.  Being cursed by that being just beyond the gate of hell simply sealed a sooner death date for me.  I do not deserve forgiveness or salvation and will rot for my actions, but if there was some chance I could be saved, I would take that chance.  However, I fear that is too late now to seek salvation.  I will suffer forever in a blaze of fire for my actions, and there is no one who can save me."

        There was something in my father's tone that drove me to my breaking point.  I wanted my father back more than anything and decided to pack several days worth of food and water, packed several tools that would help me break the iron seal, and invited one of my friends with me to help me make it to the old Kola drilling site.  A day after making preparations, we made our way from my home in Moscow to the edges of the facility, stopping in one of the nearby towns.  From there, we went out on foot and made our way through the blistering cold and raging winds to the old building that housed the drilling site.  It took us awhile to finally arrive at the site, but once we were there, we set up camp for the night.       However, as we arrived, there were many messages strewn across the walls.  "Turn back!", "Cursed", "Hell awaits beyond the seal", and other messages like them were all over the old and collapsed building.  We had decided to open the seal as soon as night had fully arrived.  I laid out the tools in front of the seal and made sure every one of them was working properly.  The messages filled me with fear of the possibility of being dragged down to hell, but I had brought these supplies and tools all this way out here, and I wasn't about to give up on my father yet.  I knocked on the seal first with a hammer, hearing the metal seal roar with the loud pound of the hammer.  The hammer did nothing to dent the seal, so we looked at other tools that would help to crack this thing open.  But as my friend and I reached for our drill, we heard a voice from below.  It spoke in a raspy tone, but its message was clear.  "Turn back now Valeria, and you will be safe."  It was my dad.  He was trapped down below the surface in Hell, and he could hear me.     I froze in fear and excitement.  My father could hear me from below, but I could only free him if I broke the seal.  So I made sure to adjust the end pieces of the drill to be able to remove the bolts keeping the seal in place.  But as soon as I finished this, the thought of my mortal danger brought me to a halt.  "What if this venture to save my father backfires and I end up dragged down to Hell?"  I am one to believe in forgiveness, and believe my father deserves salvation, so I will still attempt to free him.  I am making this final note to detail my final moments before breaking the seal.  My friend moved a fair distance away as I told him the possibilities that awaited me.  I have accepted my possible fate and will attempt to open the seal.  I seal my fate in this message, and if I am forever lost to Hell, I leave you with this:  do not be afraid to explore, even if it seems death may be awaiting just beyond the edge.

    View Full
  • phantomcobalt33
    03.12.2021 - 3 hours ago

    Into the dark of night.

    Into the dark of night we walked with glowing berries we had picked hours ago in hand, lighting our path, and keeping our bellies full. We then heard a faint noise in the distance as a talking bobbing glowing pumpkin head, Jack’s head, rose over the hill, revealing the other group. A rumbling growl echoed throughout the area stopping us dead in our tracks when suddenly all of our light sources went dim. Dead. The things we had relied on for our sight through most of the journey on that island had gone dark and jack dropped to his knees, hands on his head, with a terrifyingly intense look of agony and fear on his face as his flame went dim, and we watched in horror as they opened, seven gleaming white piercing eyes hungrily looked at us all individually in the dark, darting back and forth between our trembling bodies, inspecting us, and besides Jack’s dying flames they were all we saw.

    View Full
  • senophile
    03.12.2021 - 3 hours ago

    Written by

    senophile

    © copyright reserved

    ☪ฺ*:.。. .。.:*・☪ฺ*:.。. .。.:*・☪ฺฺ*:.。. .。.:*・☪ฺ*:.。. .。.:*☪ฺ

    | Goodnight |

    It was bright afternoon in my garden, the sun was waving at me, though I was busy dumping the pile of dirt into the hole that I have dig up for my flower, I acknowledge its presence but no matter I much ignore it. My baby won't stop crying, its disturbing my focus on the work I was doing. I huff and puff, as I try my best to hum a lullaby for her to sleep.

    As I continue to hum, I finally had full focus on my work. I smiled, as her crying turned into a muffed sound then into a complete silences as I throw the last pile of dirt into the hole. I kneel on the finish worked and gently whispered.

    "Goodnight my flower."

    View Full
  • odiaweb
    03.12.2021 - 3 hours ago

    New Odia Short Story Biswas Ghatak Bandhu

    New Odia Short Story Biswas Ghatak Bandhu

    Hi Everyone, How are you doing. Today we are publishing another odia short story. You can find other small stories in our Odia Short Story portal. Hope you wil enjoy this Odia short story and will share with your friends and family. Please feedback with us in comment section. https://www.odishashop.com/product/odia-book-pilanka-mahabharat-by-birakishore-das-from-odishashop/

    View On WordPress

    #New Odia Short Story #New Odia Story Biswas Ghatak Bandhu #Odia Story Book
    View Full
  • betweenthetimeandsound
    03.12.2021 - 3 hours ago

    As the church bell rings

    --prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting fake titles:

    The rain saturated my clothes by the time I made into the church; the bell rang while the building stood staidly, as if to mock me for my tardiness. Getting closer, I heard people gathering around, leaving in mumbles and in heavy jackets underneath well-ironed suits. I even saw a bit of a pantleg with its dirt clinging onto the fabric. I scoffed.

    Abandoning any rituals, I threw myself inside the crowd, commenting on my hair as it slid out of my hood. The stringy, wet strands contrasted with the refined, armed looks they possessed. Most notably, my mother heading the procession.

    "You're late," she muttered, trying to gesture me away from the older yet fragile men holding up the coffin. Jasmine flowers barely held onto the top; some of the pedals started falling onto my coat and into my palms. Despite their entrancing smell, they shriveled in my hands--and I couldn't focus on what was happening next.

    "We're about to bury your sister, but you didn't have the decency to come and say goodbye?" She took a deep breath, and held both hands to prevent herself from hitting something too hard. I knew that feeling well, though a slap on my skin still hurt more than an insult towards God.

    I glanced at her stockings, expecting her to quiver and fall on her knees to talk to me on gentler terms. Instead, she rose her hand to cross herself before leaving the church; I just glanced at the carpet when the doors swung shut, and the bells stopped ringing to end the tribute.

    At that moment, my heart starting aching, for nothing else but the silence that hovered all over the room. The incense's smell tickled my nostrils, but I also found my eyes watering a bit. Are these clouds worse than the storm I had to go through, I thought, struggling to get up. It's not like the saltwater tried to overwhelm me.

    I wiped my eyes, and then dusted my jacket to get up. However, the melancholic fog still hovered over me like a heavy velvet curtain, leaving me paralyzed. The funeral obviously ended, and to face my family again hit me like a strike of lightning. Too bad that thought didn't kill me, I mocked myself.

    Instead, I wavered further into the sanctuary, like a zombie walking out of her gravestone and reaching out for the first glistening thing she could grab. The darkness entraps me like a highway tunnel, save for the flickering candles all around the statues. I didn't gravitate towards either side, sticking towards the middle, on the way to the altar, thinking of nothing but sacrifice in an ambiguous way.

    By the last row of pews, my knees weakened and I collapsed. The hole in my heart only expanded, though beads of lead slowly took their place. I clung onto my chest, streaked with raindrops, and fiddled with my fingers to unzip my jacket.

    My heart thumped under my black blouse--I thought it would come out of my chest with how it beat--quickly and strongly, a drum with an abnormal rhythm.

    "I'm sorry, okay?" I whispered, looking down on my hands lined with light. "I came home just like I intended, but something else came up. It was also raining, as you could see--but you probably didn't notice because...obviously..." My thoughts ended there, not wanting to hear the bad news echo in my head again. I took a quick peak at the vaulted ceiling, then began again.

    "I'm sorry that I left home too early," I said, though my voice hovered between speaking and whispering. I scanned to note if anybody was listening, but other than statues staring down at me like teachers at a conference, nobody shuffled, kneeled, or focused on me. I took a deep breath, and continued.

    "I loved traveling the last few years--if you saw a sunset on those Pacific coast beaches, then you'd be on a thrill on the seashore," I giggled, imagining her strolling on those wide shorelines with her tiny feet and her too-heavy anklet dangling on anklet. "Is Heaven like that--always sunny, and beautiful?

    "I never thought about it that much--not that I've focused that much on God or anything." I laughed again, then clasped my face in my hands. This was a bad thing to say, I thought, I'm sorry--I'm not used to putting things in place!

    "But it's not like you've have anything to deal with--right?" I asked, inching my chin closer to the crucifix. The sullen image of suffering caught my glance, but to advance further than I was, to touch it...I couldn't.

    "How were, before you left us? Did you enjoy the summer, go anywhere? Were you thinking of me?"I stifled a sob, yet a tear already fell onto my jeans. Slipping into my own world quelled anymore emotions, but I bit my lip to prevent myself from screaming.

    "I don't know if you were alone: I was alone! How I am so callous..."

    View Full
  • nah-word
    03.12.2021 - 4 hours ago

    George doesn’t like cars.

    He drives one. A nice one. But he despises everything about cars. He hates the noise, the inconvenience, the expense, and the fumes are as bad as cigarettes.

    George’s neighborhood got cut in half about a decade ago. People used to walk and ride their bikes through the neighborhood. Now, you have to go a mile north and make a u-turn under the overpass to get to his aunt’s house. A roaring river of cars, unstopping, daring anyone or thing to get swept up in it.

    George’s aunt got hit by a car recently. A pick-up, actually. One of those big lifted ones people get so they can see everything. She was crossing the street to report jury duty, and the driver didn’t see her in the crosswalk.

    George has a bicycle, but he doesn’t ride it. It’s always too windy or too cold or too hot out, and the tires are flat anyway. Besides, he’s smoked too cigarettes and drank too many beers since he was a real cyclist.

    Now he sees himself like one of those future humans from that robot movie, you know the one. Blindly flowing with traffic. Stuffed in a midsize cocoon of 71 degree air conditioning and 90′s R&B.

    George gets comfortable after he turns his engine off and unbuckles. He sits in the driveway and thinks about how he hates cars and other drivers who watch TikTok and sit through green lights. He reclines in his car and thinks about riding a bicycle through Mexico City, or hiking the Appalachian Trail, or riding a train in India. He almost falls asleep in the driver’s seat, dreaming of anywhere but inside.

    View Full
  • adobe-outdesign
    03.12.2021 - 4 hours ago
    #five nights at freddy's #fnaf: short stories
    View Full
  • adobe-outdesign
    03.12.2021 - 4 hours ago
    #five nights at freddy's #fnaf: short stories #fnaf spoilers#ghost children
    View Full
  • ack-its-jack
    03.12.2021 - 4 hours ago

    I GOT AN A+ ON MY ENGLISH ESSAY LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO

    #it was a short story assignment #i had so much fun #no grammar mistakes baby #should i write fanfic
    View Full
  • adobe-outdesign
    03.12.2021 - 4 hours ago
    #five nights at freddy's #fnaf: short stories #fnaf spoilers
    View Full
  • adobe-outdesign
    03.12.2021 - 4 hours ago
    #five nights at freddy's #fnaf: short stories #fnaf spoilers
    View Full
  • adobe-outdesign
    03.12.2021 - 4 hours ago
    #mostly because underwater animatronics are terrifying #five nights at freddy's #fnaf: short stories #fnaf spoilers
    View Full
  • jhnnysilverhand
    03.12.2021 - 4 hours ago

    thinking once again about vampire au i need to draw vampire dagger again v.v

    #vampire dagger is just regular dagger with red in his eyes but its cool anyway!!!!!! #i was thinmking about plot for fic and long story short maelstrom essentially get hired by this other vampire to kill him #maelstrom have too much chrome to be good vampy food #so dum dum finds him and he supposed to kill him but you know he doesnt :> #anyway i named corpo vampire Emil #he runs a Real Vampire gang #and they team up with maelstrom #n e ways i have brainrot
    View Full