Stories tagged “souls”

  • City of Souls

    It was a world between worlds. You really can’t call it heaven, and it definitely isn’t hell. It’s not a dream, yet it it’s not quite real either. The city of souls, Salamenca. The city is unlike one on Earth, so let me do my be...

  • Lingering

    I wait here… Yearning to be set free. Yearning to say something. Yearning to leave the warm dark cage that keeps me, traps me. As I wait, I have the power to control his body, arms and legs, but I cannot control his words. I tell him something...

  • Caring?

    Arash yawned heavily as he sat on the dirty floor. It was a hot day and all the other orphans were working hard. Arash was indoors watching the only TV the shelter had managed to buy. It was broken and the color was gone. Arash had one of his roommates...

  • Everyone Does

    The dead keep coming. They are always coming. The fence keeps them back, keeps me safe. But they keep coming anyways. Endlessly, relentlessly. They died but still keep on walking. They never stop. But I am safe from them. The dead keep coming. The dead...

  • A Most Peculiar Factory

    “So, these are where the new ones come in?” asked St. Patrick. He still wasn’t used to the “saint” part. “Yup, things pretty much run themselves here, " said St. Frank. “Next, we’ll go over to Acclim...

  • Nimue's Child (Mature)

    She swept alongside the riverboat, bare feet hovering above the water, her row of white teeth entrenched in mist that lifted from the river’s face. The first cabin she entered was filled with five souls. Sidling, she fell upon the closest sleepin...

    • Author: Trykdyn
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Before S.A.M. met Riley

    S.A.M. was supposed to be a diamond in the rough but even a stone’s throw away, Riley could tell he was built like a tank and moved like a bull in a china shop. Of course in New Honk Kong, all of those were relative. Riley supposed that stone cou...

  • Chuchip (part 8--commentary)

    I imagine the boy and the stag meeting again… Maybe they’d meet somewhere and how through the clouds and passed Earth’s binds. Where there are no birds or butterflies… only the two of them, in different shapes and forms. Perhaps...

  • "You killed my father."

    “He’s dead!” Inez panted as she banged on the trailer door. “Mama Freeman…” She just wept, covered in dirt and naked, banging on that door. “Mama, he’s dead…” — The mango Louisiana sun s...

  • A Pile of Ashes

    When the wings cleared, nothing was left of Madame Papillon but a pile of ashes. A couple of butterflies rested for only a moment on the ashes before clearing away. Sarah bent down and ran her fingers through the ashes. The explosion of colors still we...