An Author's TaleAn Author's TaleAn Author's Tale31 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
The earth they sit on is cold and dark has wrapped its gloomy shawl around their
shivering shoulders. One by one, fascinating stories of past and present unfold. It is now the
author's turn to tell a tale. With a sigh, she opens her little, black book and finds a story she wrote
on a plane trip to Vermont. After a moment of consideration, she begins to read.
The space station's metal floor felt cool as Richard ran through the corn fields on narrow,
angular paths. He would always run along the maze of paths looking for any unwanted thieves
amongst the corn stalks, hoping for a few ripe cobs. Sure enough, in the two hundred and seventy
fifth row was a small girl, not even eight years old yet, trying to reach a young corn stalk's cob.
Being only nine himself, he became annoyed every time someone tried to steal their corn. He
didn't understand why people would try to steal what would be sold to them in a week. But he
did know that more and more often, he would find at leas
Of Memories and Hollow Spaces [Oikawa x Reader]Of Memories and Hollow Spaces [Oikawa x Reader]21 hours ago in Romance More Like This
“I’m home” Oikawa called as the door opened. He imagined the creaking sound echoed through the apartment but shrugged off the melancholy thought. Closing the door behind him, the brunette dumped all the packages – two bags full of them – by the entrance.
The party had been boring and the girls who clung to him irritated him. Worse still, the fact that volleyball practice had been canceled niggled at him. He usually didn’t mind when they squealed and hung on to his every word. Or even when they touched him freely like an object; like they owned him. Just not tonight, he thought exchanging his shoes for comfortable slippers. Oikawa dropped his phone on the coffee table and shed clothes on his path to the laundry room. From a half full basket, he pulled out a white long sleeved shirt with blue pants. He changed and plopped himself on the sofa – too worn out to do anything else. The TV flickered to life; bathing