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The Myth: Work Hard, Play Hard.
"All work and no play makes Jake a dull boy." When they first met, Sara, had enchanted Jake with her philosophy of work hard and play hard. When they started dating, both were full into studying to gain rank in their undergraduate courses. Work hard, play hard seemed the perfect formula for having the best of a full life. They would spend evenings at the library carrels and then party hardy at least once or twice a week.
By Katherine D. Graham32 minutes ago in Fiction
L' Avis d'Gwendydd
Gwendydd walked among her orchard, a crown of apple blossoms in her hair. The trees stretched their branches to the spring sun and danced in the breeze. She breathed in their heady perfume as she wandered the dark, tilled earth. The promised harvest loomed pleasantly in her thoughts, and the cares of the world were far beyond her concern.
By M. A. Mehan about an hour ago in Fiction
Over the Rainbow
When she was a little girl, Annie's grandpa would tell her a story every night before she went to bed. Then they would discuss it. Over the years, she heard many, some happy, some sad. With each story, she would be taken to a magical far away world, where anything could be possible if you just believed hard enough. And she did. With each story, Annie, being a wide-eyed child standing at a door that opens to endless possibilities, stood excitedly, just waiting to open it.
By Judith Jaschaabout an hour ago in Fiction
The Gentle Giants And The King's Golden Nuggets
Early one morning, a gentle giant stumbled, into a very picturesque village, cautiously carrying over his shoulders a sack, brimming with the King’s golden nuggets. Royal riches acquired throughout the year occupied the purple and yellow velvet bag containing materialistic might; JS collected, representing the largest creatures inhabiting the land.
By Marc OBrienabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
The Fitting
It was the one she used for everything, felt there in her apron pocket. Then the herald rapped his knuckles on our door. Mother peeked through the wall sliver and could see the shoe. I could tell by her gauging eyes. Her brow gave way to a stillness in her face like someone who had finished deciding. The prince’s reflection flashed in the teardrop that she dabbed quickly away.
By Nicky Franklyabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
The Ice Slick: An Apology
Dear Montréal, Well, this has been a fun two days. Ha, ha. Sorry, I am not well-known for my sense of humour. Often I have been told that I should mind my own business and know my place. Offensive, yes, but I can understand the sentiment. But I needed to vent a little before the season was over. I often feel that you do not appreciate what I give you every summer, and that winter is the price you gotta pay.
By Kendall Defoe about 6 hours ago in Fiction
The One's Who Come Back
The Therapist’s Room: The Ones Who Come Back Everyone knew the old story. When someone dies badly, they linger. That was the version passed around in whispers and television specials and badly printed paperbacks sold beside incense and dreamcatchers. A spirit with unfinished business. A presence in the hallway. Cold spots, flickering lights, footsteps overhead. The dead, apparently, became poets the moment their heart stopped. They floated about in old houses wearing sorrow and purpose, waiting to deliver messages in riddles to whichever woman in a linen blouse happened to be spiritually available.
By Teena Quinn about 6 hours ago in Fiction
Siren of the deep
The mermaid sits perched on a moss-covered ancient stone. The magnificent view overlooks a hidden waterfall cascading into a crystal-clear lagoon. Lush flora surrounds the scene, casting a soft, tranquil glow. There is a feeling of peace blending hyper-realistic fantasy concept art with macrophotography, emphasizing the textures of the moss, water, and scales.
By Antoni De'Leonabout 7 hours ago in Fiction
