Featured Author: @popurri
Storytelling Night
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I was telling a rather macabre story when a loud clap of thunder was heard at the same time the lights went out.
We felt something walking on the sheets and we heard a fluttering near us and we felt it was a flying cockroach, we were terrified of it and through the window they were coming in from the garden. We screamed and ran out of the room, shaking our hair with the impression that it was over our heads. When we got to the living room, our friend screamed while Pelusa barked.
Featured Author: @diebitch
Of single socks
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Ella wrung her hands and looked around at the clothes strewn on the floor. Her sock drawer looked like a crime scene, where each sock had been laid out in pairs and a solitary sock lay in the corner.
She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and marched to the laundry room. It was dark, damp, and smelled of clean linen and the ghost of lost socks. The washing machine stood majestically in the room with its mouth wide open, menacingly. Ella gulped, moved her hand towards the machine, and quickly snapped it back. Was it worth a sock to anger the machine? But it was her lucky sock. She had that final round interview, and those corporate organisations tended to frown upon people wearing only one sock.
Featured Author: @jhymi
The Dance of The Heavens
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She knelt in front of the altar and cried and wailed at the top of her voice. Then, as something dawned on her, she began to dance the dance of her people. The dance of the heavens. Drums began to play from nowhere and she turned to find Zaro drumming. He smiled encouragingly at her and mouthed. “Let’s save our people.”
Princess Ligaya beamed and began to dance. And as the sound of the drums increased in tempo, she danced and stamped her feet and swayed Soon she begun singing and with tears streaming down her face, prayed in her heart that her song filtered into the ears of her people and broke the clutches of the device on them. That they would recall who they were.
Featured Author: @innfauno12
Yesterday's Petals
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Losing that special flower reminded him of the first time he went to sea. He was a good boy, eager for adventure with a unique opportunity. Ready to explore the world. The only detail was leaving his girlfriend. A beautiful girl. With hair and eyebrows as red as copper, and a personality so nice he'd have a hard time forgetting her. He knew he might not see her again, and he didn't want to leave without giving her one last kiss goodbye. "Captain!" Exclaimed the young man "I haven't had time to say goodbye to my girlfriend, could you wait for me for a moment? She doesn't live far away.
The captain smiled "We're almost out" he replied "But don't be angry, boy. It is well known that sailors leave a woman in every port.
Featured Author: @seki1
The Chosen Warrior
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Outside the tree trunk cave, I saw all the animals.
The 5 Chief forest animals; Bear, Snake, Frog, Hawk and Fish who were in the stream near the cave.
For some reason, Lance was given a seat next to Frog and he played with the leaves on the edge of the flat stone they were using as a table.
The silence when I came out was slow, unsettling and long.
I saw other animals bowing towards me and my heart was pained.
Soon a murmur started and not before long, it became a chant.
Featured Author: @timix648
A Mathematician's Choice: Family or Numbers?
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The atmosphere grew heavier with anxiety as the contest wore on. My father's figures were faultless, his answers graceful and exact. However, when the evaluators added up the totals, a slight difference in the computation of one task clouded my father's ambitions, causing his position to fall from the peak spots to a middling position.
The sorrow painted on my dad's face was distressing. I discerned the burden of his forfeiture, the levy it had demanded of him and our family. And in that instant, I grasped the true cost of his unwavering quest. The difference in computations had not merely dented his odds of triumph but had driven a partition amid us.
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And well done my fellow writers...i will be looking forward to reading more interesting stories!!🙃🙃