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2015 “Please state your name for the record,” Representative Gadley Goggins announced. His blue suit looked sharp but a bit too tight on him. It made his light brown skin taut and almost as if his red tie strangled him. It was like he had just got it from the cleaners but made some severe alterations that made him look like he was choking, slightly. He was sixty-seven-years old and looked like he was ninety. His gray hair, though combed back, made him look slightly younger. The conference room in the middle of Wilmington featured law enforcement figures, dignitaries, some businesspeople, even a royal. They came to hear the words of the youthful leader of the Delaware State Police.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
The Dreamholders of Tessarna
Beyond the snowy slopes of the twin Plardo-Tylno Peaks with their ruby caps, across the Sea of Fiery Tamarinds where the trees grow out of the purple reefs to spray burning spores into the wind. Between the River Endurib’s wide delta that meanders aimlessly around the Plain of Milisino licking the plain’s fields of golden grass, and the sharp obsidian blades of the Wicklaure Mountains where the Dwerrow mine for diamonds and cut obsidian blades. At the centre of the vast and ancient Empire of Tessarna that is ruled by the mighty Lord of the City, Divine Emperor of the Manifold Blades, the Emperor-God Thah-Rast who has ruled there for ten thousand generations. There sits the many-spired citadel of Chega-Toleh, where the streets are limned in purple banners of silk and the paving stones are green marble laced with threads of gold brought up from the sea by the sixteen mighty hands of titanic Thah-Rast. Here the Guild of Dweomercraefters makes its magical vessels to store up dreams in captured form to be experienced again and again by whosoever seeks them. Dreams small and large, pleasant and horrible, all manner of dreams they ensnare in the delicate glass vessels and sell to the highest bidder.
By Samuel Wright4 days ago in Fiction
Sophie. Content Warning.
She was so innocent. Head full of ideas, heart full of dreams. She was the best friend a girl (or a boy) could ever ask for. But that was before. Before her ideas got laughed at. Her dreams were shattered. And her friends forsaked her. That was before the case.
By Maya Or Tzur4 days ago in Fiction
The Day My Heart Should Be Rejoicing
Life has a funny way of taking an unexpected right turn, where you’re heading in one direction day after day, then suddenly something flips everything upside down and within seconds you’re heading in a totally different direction. One unimagined!
By Colleen Millsteed 4 days ago in Fiction
The Darkest Side Of The Moon,
The Darkest Side Of The Moon, There was never anything comforting about the moon after that night. People look up and see something distant, something quiet, but they only ever see the part that allows itself to be seen. No one talks about the other side, the part that never turns, the part that keeps itself hidden. I did not think about it either, not until it found its way into my life without asking.
By George’s Girl 2026 5 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '21
Finally, as they signed off, both women lingered for a moment, their faces still illuminated by the gentle glow of their laptops. “I’m really excited, Joan,” Megan said, her voice soft but sincere, “It feels like we’re not just planning an outfit, but stepping into a chapter of our lives together.” Joan’s reply was equally heartfelt, “Exactly—this reunion will be a celebration of everything we’ve become, and I can’t wait to see you, not just in a dress, but as the confident, radiant woman you are.” With that, the Zoom call ended, leaving each woman with a sense of anticipation and a clear vision of the attire that would not only dress their bodies but also reflect the journey they had traveled side by side for so many years.
By Forest Green5 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '21
“Exactly,” she said, “we need something that says ‘we’re here, we’ve grown, but we still have a sense of fun.’ Maybe a subtle accent—like a lace overlay or a delicate brooch—could add that touch without overwhelming the look.” As they exchanged ideas, the duo began to outline a plan that balanced their desire to honor their past selves while showcasing the sophisticated women they had become, each suggesting a small victory against the lingering self‑consciousness that often accompanies reunions.
By Forest Green5 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '21
Finally, as the Zoom window began to flicker with the inevitable sign‑off prompts, both women shared a moment of quiet satisfaction. Joan smiled, “Emily, I think we’ve turned a potential conflict into an opportunity for connection.” Emily returned the grin, replying, “Exactly—this reunion will be more than a look back; it’ll be a celebration of where we are now, and the next chapter for our kids.” They exchanged virtual high‑fives, promised to reconvene in a few days to finalize the invitations, and ended the call with a hearty, “See you at the banquet hall—prom night and all!” The screen faded to black, but the excitement lingered, a testament to their collaborative spirit and the promise that the upcoming reunion, even sharing a date with the senior prom, would be an unforgettable night that bridged generations and honored every cherished memory.
By Forest Green5 days ago in Fiction
