Noah stared out the window of his house at the beautiful beach before him. Gentle waves brushed the shore, dragging sand away when they left. The sky overhead was blue and clear, and the soft scent of saltwater filled the air.
Breaking news appears on the tv saying there is a new epidemic and so everyone starts racing to the stores to get supplies like food,toilet paper, paper towels and other things when all of a sudden all the lights go out in the store, everyone star
I've never really gotten to enjoy the moon at its fullest. I am always nowhere to be found, as all of my friends like to sit under the stars.
It wasn’t intended to be anything more than a brief stroll along the forest's edge. She was never meant to stray from the cover of the treeline, but the city calls to her, as it tends to do.
Here’s a word of advice to anyone reading this story: If a talking panda offers you a wish, say no! Seriously, if you thought genies were bad, they’ve got nothing on pandas.
Henry closed his eyes and burrowed beneath the blankets, thinking through the events of the day.
The world is a cold, untrustworthy place. This is something I have learned the hard way.
Snowflakes fell from the sky, dusting my hair and jacket as I marveled at the sight before me. It seemed that nowhere was untouched by the beautiful white snow. Rooftops, fences, alleyways, porches; all covered in it.
As much as I don’t want it to be true, it is.
Time is running out. Soon we will all be one of the Fallen.
There’s nothing we can do to stop it. Its arrival feels rushed, but at the same time—too far away.
Her eyes were not fixed on god but rather on the large taxidermied moose head fixed above the choir on the wall across from where she sat. It may as well have been him.
The ocean pulls forward and back in a rhythmic motion, lying beneath a spectacular sunset. We marvel at the sight of the setting sun, leaving traces of pink and gold along the clouds, tracing its paint-brushed fingers along the sky.
“Gather around the fireplace kids,” Grandpa said. “It's time I tell you a story, as my grandfather told me on a winter day long ago just like this very one’’.