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Sunday Photo Fiction - July 23rd 2017

Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in… 212 more words

Short Story

FICTION: Ebba's Party by Todd Easton Mills

There is a cassowary bone dagger, a Nazca pot, a blowgun with darts, and a curious skull I had found on a beach in Morocco. Buttressing a long row of books is a Neolithic pestle and mortar that props up a painting-on-tin of a Mexican peasant praying in the desert before the Virgin de San Juan de los Lagos, a beautiful goddess on a burning cloud. 3,344 more words


FICTION: Keep It Up Kid by Daniel Soule

No matter how much he might not want to, Jody was going to wake up today. His ex-wife was ringing the doorbell, impatiently slapping him into consciousness, along with a moderate hangover. 5,318 more words


Fantabulizing Fifty

So I hit a milestone this year and turned the big 50. I am not depressed or lamenting, actually I am thoroughly thrilled that God has allowed me to make it this far. 380 more words

This Hogwarts Acceptance Letter is Every Harry Potter Fan's Dream Come True

* “Acceptance letter” personalized with your own name and address
* Hand signed by Minerva McGonagall
* Makes a special gift for any Harry Potter fan in your life… 283 more words


About: Path of Dolls 13-15

Happiness of Marionette ~Path of Dolls~ 13

Happiness of Marionette ~Path of Dolls~ 14

Happiness of Marionette ~Path of Dolls~ 15

Dont get too attach to the Image, Reo is the one who “will win” or die with everything in the process, kinda meant to be, you already have the core in both her past and present versions, and of course the wonderful real Mother Aurora, there is not much point, isnt it? 497 more words


Happiness of Marionette 02 ~Path of Dolls~ ch 15

Not even a chance to cry, barely been able to figure out about the girl in the blue spheric room, and her cruelty, not a chance to take a deep breath and laugh, to complain nor comment, to forget, there is no time, thats what she taught me, complete concentration, unbreakable, in order to make every required movement in a fight, not a second to relax, not a distraction in sight, all performance, focused power, a key to another world, thats what she taught me, emotions get crushed in a silent despair, a prison made of discipline, not a false movement, not a mistake, strict thoughts, bodily entire obedience, one distraction can easily become a tragedy here, the exit is the victory, but that comes at the end of battle, not before, though its difficult to call it a victory, its just the second moment when one continued to live and the other did not, the first moment is the meeting, where the world turns into an arena and everything else does not exist, just one and another, to fall in the same fate, to live and to die. 1,007 more words