Fiction (Writing)
An unborn smile - Prabhjot
She had dreams for her - mighty, majestic dreams. She had waited for this feeling of motherhood since so long. Just a couple of days more and then they would be a family - her own family. She was longing to look at her daughter, her cute little hands and feet, her baby smile, innocent eyes and... Submitted 2 days 18 hours ago.
Life always finds a Way - Dianne Lehmann
As long as there is breath in us, there is a way. Until we are on the other side of the dirt, there are always options. The end is not the end until we give up, and even then it may not be the end. It might just be the beginning. After her meeting with Nedra Ellsworth, Daria Ingramm felt... Submitted 30 days 6 hours ago.
The Real - Dianne Lehmann
This is what's real. It is all real. We might think that only those things we can see and smell and touch are real, but that is only the smallest part of the Real. Our thoughts are real. Our feelings are real. The things that we imagine are real. Some might look for the Real in the wild... Submitted 35 days 7 hours ago.
"No. I'm not alright. I don't think I've been alright for a very long time. I may never have been alright. I don't even think I know what alright is." What Daria had felt a moment earlier was profound embarrassment. She felt as if this stranger had seen right into her. That with one glance, she... Submitted 41 days 6 hours ago.
Into the Wilderness - Dianne Lehmann
There is a little bit of the Wild in each of us. We like to think we are urbane and civilized, and to a large extent we are, but the Wild is there regardless of what we might think. It is essential to our survival. Not just in reflexes that allow us to avoid a traffic accident or being hit... Submitted 45 days 4 hours ago.
You Know what You have to Do - Dianne Lehmann
Deep inside each and every one of us is Knowing. We ignore it because it seems so unreal. It is not something we can touch. We cannot hold it in our hands, turning it this way and that. We cannot see it in all its colors and textures. But it is there nonetheless. It is the thing that sits... Submitted 46 days 7 hours ago.
Finding What You are Looking For - Dianne Lehmann
"Hello. This is …" That was all Daria heard before she hung up the phone. She let go of the handset as if it were a hot potato. It had taken her days just to work up the courage to place the call. Now she would just have to work up the courage to talk to the person on the other end of... Submitted 49 days 23 hours ago.
A Reason to Be - Dianne Lehmann
"A penny for your thoughts." Daria looked, with startlement, at the tall, young man standing next to her. He was wearing a grey hoodie, dark green T-shirt and blue jeans and she wondered how he had come to be standing next to her without her noticing. But then she thought to herself, she had... Submitted 51 days 7 hours ago.
Charity goes to a Party - Dianne Lehmann
Charity didn't have a clue what the man in front of her was talking about. But she stood patiently, as she always did when men were talking to her, waiting for him to come to his point. Her attention might have wandered a time or two, but she gave the appearance of listening intently. At 37... Submitted 132 days ago.
Autumn Senses - Jack H. Schick
It morning air was chilly. There was a thin, misty fog. It sort of swirled around us as we crossed the field, walking through it like a cloud. My nose was a little clogged up so I had my mouth open and tasted it as we went along. It tasted different, good, like green grass or something. I kept... Submitted 249 days ago.
The whole city was in a stopped-dead snarl. An aurora borealis during the day like that shocked everybody. Nobody had taken the warnings too seriously. I have to admit, we in the White house had drastically downplayed the true potential and possible ramifications. After the previous event a week... Submitted 250 days 3 hours ago.
The Misadventures of Tall Guy and Short Gal: The New Kitchen Sink - Dianne Lehmann
This should begin as most things do … at the beginning. But that is not our way today or any day for that matter as you, dear Reader, may have learned by now. Today, we shall begin in the middle because that is where we always begin and where the most fun may be had. Except, of course, if... Submitted 304 days 6 hours ago.
The Misadventures of Tall Guy and Short Gal: The Hike - Dianne Lehmann
This should begin as most things do at the beginning. But that is not our way today. Today we shall begin in the middle because that is where the most fun may be had. Except, of course, if you are at the end of a "crack-the-whip" game. Then the end is most certainly more exciting than either the... Submitted 1 year 202 days ago.
St. Paddy's Day Parade - Dianne Lehmann
I don't wear a watch. I gave it up years ago. I felt that the watch was stressing me. It applied something I referred to as "time pressure." Well, it was actually my response to it, but sometimes I just gotta lay blame outside myself, OKAY? It seemed that I would glance at it constantly and think... Submitted 2 years 72 days ago.
My Sherlock Holmes Mystery Excerpt -
- Ron KelleyThis was NOT written by Arthur Conan Doyle, but IF he had written about Sherlock Holmes in 1824 along the Erie Canal in northwestern New York State, USA, then I imagined an excerpt from the story would have gone like this: … “But I have it all figured out, Holmes,” smugly... Submitted 110 days 2 hours ago.
The Conspired Son (Chapter 1 - Uncut) - MKDS
As promised on all my personal Blogs, Websites and Conduits, the exclusive release of the controversial First Chapter of "The Conspired Son" has been grantes a reprieve and as such I now post its contents for the consideration of the WryteStuff Community - Please be AWARE there is a medium amount... Submitted 207 days 13 hours ago.
A Scene From "Burning Hickory" - Michael Eza
I watched the smoke from burning hickory and cedar chips as it swirled around and rose up the chimney inside my grand-fathers fireplace. The flames warmed the entire far side of this gigantic room, but towards the entrance it was still cold and a bit drafty. We had a heat pump, one my grandfather... Submitted 218 days 20 hours ago.
Listening To the Voice - George Stay
Beautiful women intimidate me. I don’t know why. They just do. I think it is because I’m afraid that, inside, they are laughing me, or just toying with me, or that they find me ugly and insignificant, but are tolerating me until someone more to their liking comes along. Yes, I... Submitted 1 year 168 days ago.
The Reality of Dream - Teresa Ortiz
Far off in the distance the high-pitched squeal continued to get on his nerves in what seemed like a perfectly timed rhythm that was designed to break his concentration. Riding through the dusty and rocky road, bike wide open, he cringes at the sound, putting his hands to his ears. "What is that... Submitted 2 years 364 days ago.
The Key (A Fairytale) — Chapter 7: A Step Above Oblivion (Part 3) - e
The swelling was getting worse. I said to a John as he dressed my wound, "I would like to understand kamma more completely, just in case I don't make it." "Your mind will never comprehend kamma fully, for it is very complicated - its tentacles reach in all directions. Only your heart can someday... Submitted 3 years 352 days ago.
The Key (A Fairytale) - Chapter 6: Skeletons and Snakes (Part 3) - e
My breathing became labored, and as the poison worked its way into my heart, I wished that I had begun my quest when I was much younger, before the wars. I also wished I had paid more attention to the robed man who warned me to sweep the path! When key seekers speak, it is never for conversation... Submitted 3 years 359 days ago.
The Key (A Fairytale) — Chapter 5: Fertile Soil (Part 4) - e
A John began by instructing me to sit cross-legged on the ground, while he stuffed some straw just under the tip of my tailbone, but not too much - he cautioned that too much straw would surely cause my legs to fall sleep. Then he tucked my left heel between my legs and placed my right foot on... Submitted 4 years ago.
I thought you were going to the community," a John said, his eyebrows Raised. "Yes, yes, I am on my way," Moosawa stammered, looking surprised. "But isn't it in the other direction," a John inquired." "Of course, I should have known that," said Moosawa. A John tried to ease the key... Submitted 4 years 9 days ago.
The Key (A Fairytale) — Chapter 4: Nothing Left To Lose (Part 2) - e
. . . And so began a ten-year friendship with this little man and his constant grin, as we wandered the forest together in search of the elusive key. "I know where to find plants and insects to eat," I said, trying to be helpful. A John shook his head in disagreement, "Those who are... Submitted 4 years 22 days ago.
The Key (A Fairytale) — Chapter 2: Ariya (Part 5) - e
Weeks drifted by with no sign of Ariya, or anybody else for that matter, but the silence was eerie, compelling me to look over my shoulder more often now. I was back where my enemies might find me, and my life was definitely in grave danger. They knew that I was still alive. One morning just... Submitted 4 years 36 days ago.
