Fiction to Non Fiction short stories

Hello everyone I am looking for the best short story the minds of DU can produce.

It can be Fictional or Non Fictional as you choose collaborations are allowed with 2 entries per person.

In joint work each person will receive a trophy so no worries.

Try and keep the stories short (if you can take up a whole page by yourself its probably to long)

It can be on any subject matter and will last 1 month.
So get started and enjoy.

In Remembrance of Doe

I sat there leaning against the headboard, looking at him as sleep overtook him. I felt his body soften against mine, his arms going limp and his head against my shoulder grew heavy. I inched away a bit and look at him, his face so beatific in sleep. I sighed.
I have known him for just a week and it is strange to say the least that it seemed I knew him forever.
I remember him walking up to me at the park and sitting near me. I looked at him and he looked at me. We smiled at each other and went back to what we were doing. I reading and he watching me.
He asked me about the welts on my face and I told him truthfully. My father beat me with his belt. His belt buckle cut my cheeks. He grimaced.
I met him many times after that, always at the park on the bench overlooking the lake. We talked and talked about anything and everything.
On the sixth day he asked me to go away with him and I did. We took the bus to the next town and we went to a house that he said belong to his grandmother who passed away a year ago. It was a musty house, but intact.
When he opened his arms, I walked in. The kiss was long and deep. The lovemaking was complete. It was a journey to the threshold of Eden.
I sighed again. I heard the wind soughing over the tree-tops outside, and I closed my eyes and moved to him for warmth. I was thirteen, he was sixteen. He is gone now to glory and I wait here to join him.

really nice one Grace I like it yay first entry

keys_and_gloves said:really nice one Grace I like it yay first entry
Thank you!

The One Forgotten

I am a dream fairy, who guards over young children's dreams. I watch over them, in clouds of pink cotton and worlds of glittering magic. Nothing can beat the feeling of being forever young and constant within dreams. As long as children dream, with their beautiful young vibrant self's, I will always exist to protect and cherish them. Floating in and out of their memories. But, no one told me how lonely that would be. Even if I can eat all the sweets in the world and play with children forever, never can I be seen outside the realm if sleep, and one day they grow up and forget me. Its sadder still, that I fell in love with a lovely boy and his dreams. He exists inside a wide vast bright green forest, protecting animals who in turn guard him. There is a rainbow river and flying horses, a boy filled with beauty and imagination. The plants are exotic flowers in pink and blue that smell like cake, and every time I visit his dream, he turns to me with a honey sweet smile and rosy cheeks, sandy hair tumbling and a stray lock in front of his piercing happy sky blue eyes, "Hello my fairy!" He calls to me. But once he wakes, I am again forgotten, and all I can do is swoon from afar. But one day, this power of dreams that keeps me alive, will let him open his eyes and view his fairy in the waking world. One day he'll hand me, his exotic flower and tell me, "My fairy, I love you." One day, I won't be forgotten.

- In Remembrance of Mars -

Upon the bleak desolation, I walked, on my way to the great citadel where the Council of Five awaited my arrival. I wore billowing white pantaloons, and a black, sleeveless top. My sandaled feet trod upon broken stones, sand, and debris. My head was shaven in the Martian fashion, and to protect against the sun, I wore a black, hooded cloak. A great wooden staff aided me upon my way across that dry and inhospitable terrain. It was large and sturdy, but not unwieldy. I needed to speak with the Princess sent from the nearby world betwixt Jupiter and Mars. The daughter of the Dragon Queen herself! She and the Five Elemental Lords were holding a council to determine the course of action to take against rumors of Olympian aggression. As a member of the Titan race and the chief ruler of the Seven Archons, I had to attend this council at all costs, to give my people a voice in the events to come. But first, I needed to cross the desert and pass through the forest of the terrible Grahl, in order to reach the citadel that lay in a valley on the other side. It was a dangerous and perilous journey, but I had already from far. All the way from the underground city of Akal-Nergalia, the city of the Red Warriors. I traveled alone, because I was unafraid of the Grahl and had no other enemies who would dare my wrath. For I was the consort of the Princess, as well as the heir to the Dragon Queen’s throne and power. Even so, I felt uneasy about this trip.

The end of the desolation was before me, ere long, and I saw the massive trees of the forest rising up like phantoms from the reddish mists of the Martian morning’s soil. The wind blew across my face, and I set my will to the task at hand. The Grahl lived in those trees, and in the days when Mars still had water, trees, and life… in the days when still the Dragon Queen’s home planet existed, not yet blasted into asteroids… one did not travel through such a territory lightly. A party of hunters stood nearby, preparing their obsidian-tipped spears. They wore mostly leather harnesses and loincloths, and kept their hair wild and unkempt. Barbarians, to be certain, but not unfriendly to a stranger passing through their hunting grounds! “Are you here to aid us in hunting the Grahl, stranger?” they called out to me. I said: “No, I seek to journey to the citadel in the valley beyond the forest.” Then the hunters advised me: “Take Amber with you, then. She is the most skilled of us, and will protect you from the Grahl should they attack.” I agreed to this, and a tall muscular woman with a mane of flame-red hair came forward to lead me. “I am the one they call Amber. Follow me and I shall guide you on the safest path.” And so she and I made our way into the forest whilst the hunters continued to prepare for their upcoming hunt. The woods soon enveloped us, like a primeval place from before the dawn of time. Thick trunks, and wild roots and vines, were everywhere. The scent of moss was thick in the air, and I could hear birds and other animals, as well as insects buzzing. Golden shafts of sunlight beamed through the trees, and all was very beautiful, very ancient, and very serene. For several hours we walked on, and soon we began to hear a low growling sound that made us wary indeed.

Amber’s watchful eye spotted the beasts before I noticed they were there. Massive, ape-like things they were, with sharp claws, black eyes, and coats of black or white fur. They descended with great skill from their homes in the trees, and had a sudden desire to impede our progress, if not devour us if they could. Amber’s spear poked one in the eye, and I dropped my staff to draw my golden sword from its’ sheathe at my belt. I cut the arms off of one of the animals and moved to strike down the next, whilst Amber had slain several of their number. Her speed was cat-like, and mine could not match hers despite my training in various arts of a martial sort. Eventually, after suffering at our hands, the Grahl decided to call off their attack and retreat back into the trees. The horn of the hunters could be heard far off, and Amber suggested we hurry upon our way before her brothers and sisters stirred up more of the Grahl from their hidden places. Soon, we put this savage danger behind us and found the rough and overgrown path that led to Citadel Valley. The journey was pleasant, and often: Amber asked me about myself. I told her only that I was a general in the service of the Dragon Queen, and she talked with me about her life on the nearby steppes, with her kin. She was primitive and simple but I could not but admire her for her strength and sense of honor and loyalty. We became very close upon that journey, and before the day was out we had made it to the end of the forest. “I want to accompany you to the citadel.” She told me. And I accepted her companionship. She never asked me my name she simply had accepted me for me. “I would be happy to lead you there, since you guided me all the way to get here!” For: I had gone by longer, safer routes to there in the past.

We wound our way down and into Citadel Valley. The high orange cliffs that enclosed the valley rose up on both sides of the pass that led hither. It was a safe route and well protected. Side roads led into and out of the valley, and those were the paths I traveled long ago. Amber was starting to become very attached to me, and she put her free arm around my waist as walked, the spear in her other. “Tell me, general. Is your Princess beautiful?” and I tried to think of the Princess, but found myself distracted by thoughts of the mighty maiden I now traveled with. “She is very different from you.” I told Amber. “Pale skinned, not tanned as you are, with shaven head like mine and black makeup to enhance her beauty. She wears silks, and she walks with much dignity. Her voice is polite, but she can also be wanton and cruel when she desires something. I am her consort, but I do not know if I can give her the whole of my heart.” And Amber nodded, not really understanding fully, the ways of politics and civilization… I was happy she did not. It was nightfall when we finally reached the citadel. The moons were high in the starry sky, and I showed Amber the way into the magnificent edifice. Within, the council was meeting in the circular chambers reserved for such occasions. Tall marble pillars held up the domed ceiling with its’ top open to the sky. The moons were directed above us. The Princess addressed the gathering, whilst Amber and I approached the raised dais upon which she stood. “You have come, Lord Archon.” She said to me, imperious in her manner as always. “I could never fail you, my Princess.” I said to her. She seemed to take no notice of the woman whose arm was still about me. “Come, you and your companion are welcome in our hall! As always.” Thusly, I walked unto the dais to stand at the Princess’ side. Amber could not bring herself to approach, and stayed back below. Then, the great meeting began in earnest.

We would eventually mobilize against the Olympians, and we would be defeated by their terrible might. The Dragon Queen’s world would be destroyed, Mars would we wiped clean of all life, and other horrors would transpire outside the scope of this chronicle to relate. But that night, I lay in the arms of the Princess and for a brief time forgot about life’s hardships. I was neither male nor female, but I could be either gender when I wished. Such was the physiology of the Archons, that we were created androgynous. I know, for I created them in my very likeness. They were partly humanoid, and partly machine. Imperfect, compared to me. I lived, but I could not say if they truly lived, soul-endowed though they were. In remembrance of Mars, I pen this. So that you will know, you who live on Earth and wonder if life ever existed elsewhere in the universe! Life did, and those of us who lived on other worlds now walk on yours, as human as you.

- The Gauntlet of the Gods -

In the days of ancient Babylon, a legend was passed down since the days of the older empire that preceded it. According to the legend, a king of the first dynasty, the one that came down from the stars to rule as kings and queens over men, had ordered the building of a great ziggurat. So mighty was it that it seemed to tower over his kingdom and reach up to leer at the heavens themselves. Great gardens were created to enhance the beauty of the structure: and atop the highest steps was built a temple to the gods. The steps were manifold, and the king often sat in the temple to contemplate his loneliness. He felt quite distant from those who came not from the world he had lived on, ere he made the journey earthward. And so the Star King, as he became known, gave forth an order for all the most noble and brave heroes of the land to gather at the foot of the ziggurat. Once gathered thusly, the king met them and told them that they would all travel the steps to the top, and that they would fight great foes upon their way. Any who survived, would be made into gods… as the king was… and so the king would have others like unto himself and so be lonely and distant no more. The warriors, male and female, made their way up those perilous steps. Fierce opponents awaited them and were both man and beast in nature. Lions sprang forth with great savagery, and so the fight became one of brutal survival. The king was cruel in the design of these perils, and there were traps such as spikes and darts to deal with as well. In total, only three of the heroes who ventured unto this gauntlet actually made it to the top of the ziggurat. There, they met two horrible guardians who had the bodies of lions, the faces of men, and the wings of dragons. The guardians were on either side of the temple, and ere long only two heroes remains whilst the third fell. The guardians were no more. The two entered the temple and awaited the arrival of the king. Once inside, the king made them as he was, offering them the water of life and the fruit of immortality. So went the legend, that he made them his heirs. One woman and one man became one prince and one princess. So the line of the Star King was continued, for he had no living heirs to continue it otherwise. In time, the legend was forgotten, having been scribed into ancient tablets and then copied unto scrolls in later centuries by those who had not the knowledge of what really transpired.

In the medieval era, in the great city of Acre, a woman was purchasing a map from an old Saracen trader. “This map is said to lead to the remnants of a great and forgotten ziggurat from the days of Babylon.” The trader told her. The woman wore a pair of baggy breeches, black leather boots, and a red peasant blouse, which was belted at the waist with a black, studded belt. A simple brown cloak kept the sun from parching her skin, but the hood was drawn back for now and her long black hair rustled in the cool breeze of the marketplace. Her bright blue eyes regarded the trader with curiosity. She spoke with an obvious English accent. “I will purchase the map, but I want a guide to take me to the ziggurat. What say you, you seem to know something about it after all!” but the trader laughed at that, and he said: “Woman, if I go with you then who will be here to sell my wares? No, instead my son shall be your guide. Ali, come and hear what your father wants!” which set the deal in motion. Soon: the trader’s son Ali and the mysterious woman were embarked by camel across the desert. The map led them to an oasis first, where they camped for the night and filled their water skins anew. The desert heat had been merciless, but the chill of night was no less dangerous. Thusly, they started a fire and slept near it. “What do you know about the legend surrounding the ziggurat?” the woman asked Ali. His eagle-like features regarded her strangely for a moment, and he stroked his beard in deep contemplation. “How did you hear that there was a legend at all?” Ali inquired of her. “It was told to me by my father, who was seeking after it his whole life. He was a Crusader, a Knight of the Temple who fought for Jerusalem. He perished in battle, and I am carrying on his work to find the place the legend spoke of.” That is what she told him, and he replied: “Then you know more than I. All my father ever told me is that there is supposed to be a great and terrible secret within the walls of the ruined temple atop the ziggurat’s summit. A secret that claims men’s lives, if not their souls as well! Be wary.”

On the morrow, they continued to follow the landmarks pointed out on the map. Many times, they passed the bones of camels picked clean by scavengers. A very common sight in the deserts of the Middle East! But on occasion, the remains of men could be seen half-buried in the sand. Knights, Bedouins, nomads, and the occasional bandit had all met their ends in this region. “Why are there so many corpses here?” the woman asked. Ali explained: “It is because this is a region that is often traversed by people who sometimes are on opposite sides of various conflicts. They settle their differences in blood, and this is the result. The woman made the sign of the cross and prayed for the souls of the dead. Many days were they in the war-torn desolation before emerging into a series of hills, mountains, and high cliffs bordered on one side by wet marshlands. “The map says that the ziggurat lies within those marshes someplace.” Ali explained. The woman nodded, deep in some thought or another. Then, she realized: “We will need to tie the camels to some nearby trees before we enter the marshes. They will not go into that sort of terrain, I am certain.” Ali agreed, and once the camels were bound and left with some food and water the pair entered the soggy terrain. Ali’s long white robe was soon stained brown with mud and black with dirt. So hot was it in the marshes that he discarded his headscarf and tore strips from it first to wipe away his sweat. The woman seemed oblivious to the heat, but was clearly sweating profusely. Their breathing became more labored as they walked on, following that vague map.

Broken pieces of rubble from ancient buildings were the first signs that the ziggurat was near. The woman noticed it at last, the steps and pyramid-like shape poking up from the centuries of swampy, jungle-like vegetation. “There it is, the ziggurat of the old legend!” she exclaimed, and soon the pair hastened to its’ base. Ali was uncertain about ascending the steps, however. “They called this the Gauntlet of the Gods.” The woman said, remembering something from long ago. “How do you know that?” said her guide, and she replied: “I do not know. I am certain my father never mentioned such a detail to me. It is very strange.” But she soon shrugged it off and set her feet on the first few steps leading upwards. Suddenly, a nearby statue of a lion came to life and attacked Ali, who sliced at it with his curved sword. It went down with little effort, and the woman gasped at the suddenness of the struggle. Ali nodded to her, for her to continue, and so she climbed the steps. Along the way she saw other statues. Ali was behind her, eyeing the statues cautiously. Warriors and great beasts were carven in stone, and came alive to attack the two. This time, the woman drew her own blade, a long sword made from sharp Spanish steel. Ere long, she and Ali confronted all of the terrors the Gauntlet had to throw at them. They dodged the traps, as well, which sought their lives. Spikes and darts. Soon, they stood at the summit, where the temple lay. They saw the remains of the two guardians, now only bits of broken and shattered stone. Those came not to life, but remained silent. The king walked out to greet them, as alive and well: as he was thousands upon thousands of years before. He welcomed his reincarnated heirs home, and made them into gods, like he was.

What she told me

She called me today. She asked if i could meet her. I told her that i would try and that i was strapped for time-- Depression soon would hold me prisoner. She said she had to see me. If i could really.. try and meet her by her Nani's house, off of Boulevard. In her voice was despair, in a tone that stripped me bare. I wonder what she had to tell me? So urgent and importantly.

I called a mutual friend for a ride. I told him i was strapped for time-- my chronic state of Depression was creeping near desolation. I needed to be away from everyone, for at least a few hours maybe a few days. I asked him to take me to her with hast, i had to be home soon to keep my 'Demon' at bay.

The ride was silent and the night air Arctic-cold, the wind that blew tickled my hairs and prickled my bones. I had to get off the road and in bed soon!!!

We finally reached to her Nani's place. There she stayed for the past few days. And still i wondered what she had to tell me. I saw a group of people outside. I thought "Are they having a party? I'm sure they'll have a good time.. they're Indian and we Indian's love lyme; but should i wait here or go inside?".

I decided to call her on the phone. It rang and rang and i heard the tone. I just hung up, thinking "Where is she?". I saw her then, as i looked about. She wore pink and her hair was down. She looked quite lovely. She came to me with arms opened wide with tears pouring she didnt try and hide. And she hugged me.

I hugged her back. I was taken aback, she was crying so profusely.  No wonder she sounded so stricken on the phone; surmising she didnt want to be a lone. I said "Hey hey, what happened?". She said "Nani died and it hurts". I said "Oh my God, im so sorry. When did she die Honey". She said "Its okay, thanks but she died on Thursday". I said "Oh wow im sorry." and thought "the day before was my birthday". I said "Did you know that yesterday was my birthday?". She said "No, happy birthday Jordanne. I'm glad you came".




This was inspired and thus written based on true events.I suffer from chronic depression so i didnt want to be around anyone and the cold weather makes me have inflammations Her grandmother (Nani) died last Thursday and my birthday was last Friday. She called me on Saturday and asked me if i could pass by to see her. Lyme is a Jamaican term meaning party.

In The Far Off Land Of Maryland...Lived A Beauty so Fare,,,The Farest There,,,But The Men Of This Place Did Not See,,,The Beauty Who Stood Right There In Front Of Them,,,All of Her Life,,,Being Ignored,,,She Could Not See,,,The Beauty That Starred Back At Her,,,From The Mirror As She Gazed,,,Wondering What Was Wrong With Her,,,All She Wanted Was To Be Loved,,,and Not Used,,,And Then One Day,,,A Man From A Far away Land Called Texas,,,Saw Her Face,,,He Began To Write Her Poems And Stories That Made Her Feel,,,The Beauty That Was Hiding Inside,,,The Beauty That She Had,,,The Beauty She Possessed,,,Realizing The Beauty That She Had To Share,,,She Came To Life,,,And The Men Of That Place Began To Take Notice of Her Beauty There,,,And Now She Turns Their Heads As She Walks By,,And She Laughs At All Those Who Used To Ignore Her And Make Her Cry,,,The Man From Texas ,,With A Smile On His Face ,,Knowing He Had Set Right The Injustice Of This Place,,,Had only One Wish For Her To Know,,,That Was For Her To Be Loved,,Nothing Less,,,Nothing More..

Turn The Heating On

It was february 09
the last of us , our final time
I shouted down the stairs
'can you turn the heating on '
but I was unawares , that she was gone .
After 8 years
and three kids , plus three of her own ,
away she slid  , leaving me and them , alone ,
the council then kicked us out of our home ,
we ended up in a smaller place , down the road .
Her three went to their dads
as I and mine , we made the best with what we had .
We became a team , me and my three ,
doing good at school , as their mam got married ,
she moved to manchester , visiting every 6 weeks
then she took my girl away , to the courts I now plead .

The Three Bears (later that same day)

Papa bear and baby bear are out in the woods doing, well, what bears do in the woods. They are side by side bent over concentrating on something in front of them at their feet. Baby bear has found a stick and is steadily poking towards the area holding their attention and laughing like a wild animal. Papa bear is wearing a smirk and every once in a while can’t help but break out into a hardy guffaw of his own while pointing and yelling, “Would you look at that, baby bear. Poke it there! Now there!”

Papa bear and baby bear are having a grand old time together and this is the state that mama bear finds them in as she ambles slowly up behind them from the woods.

Mama bear gives papa bear a big old shove in the back as she bellows out, “What are you two up to?”

Papa bear and baby bear have been so engrossed in their poking and laughing that neither one has heard or seen mama bear come up and they both jump a good 3 feet into the air.

“Geeze, mama bear,” pants papa bear while grabbing his hairy chest with a big over sized paw, “You nearly scared the goldilocks out of me!”

Mama bear stairs down at the ground in front of papa bear and baby bear and announces, “Oops, too late!” as she slaps a knee and lets out a right big roar of a laugh.

Papa bear sides up to her as they indulge in a big bear hug and enjoy the laugh together.

Baby bear not wanting to be left out starts poking again at the spot on the ground and declares, “Mama bear, you should of seen papa bear grunting and pawing when he pinched the loaf on that big old goldilocks right there!”

Mama bear, trying to hold back her smile, scolds baby bear, “Baby bear you are much too young of a cub to be using that form of language. Now, no more of that or next time I’ll be washing your snout out with soap!”

“Now, now, mama bear” says papa bear, “he’s just being a baby bear. Don’t be so hard on the little fur ball.” Turning to baby bear, papa bear continues, “Now you run along baby bear and take your stick with you. Me and mama bear need to discuss something.”

“Oh, I do hope this is not what I think it is, not again papa bear. We’ve been over this…

Papa bear cuts her off, “Now mama bear, you know I’m right. Baby bear is getting on through almost his first full summer and, well, just like us he needs companionship.” Papa bear slips up behind mama bear and engulfs her in a big bear hug while donning his best cuddly, teddy bear face.

Mama bear breaks out of the hug while wheeling around so fast that papa bear, still in full romantic tilt, kisses empty air where mama bears neck was a mere second ago.

“Now you listen to me you…you….bear-a-nova! Lately that’s about all that’s been on your mind and I’m beginning to think there’s something lacking in your diet. And if it’s not, it soon will be. You get my drift, papa bear.” Mama bear growls under her breath. “Now, you try something like that on me again, right out here in the middle of the woods and in front of baby bear, and I will not hesitate to slap the goldilocks right out of your smelly, old bear hide. Got it?!!”

Papa bear has all but rolled up into a protective fetal ball of fur.

“You round up baby bear and let’s get to the house.” continues mama bear. “and, if you don’t want ice cold porridge to be your favorite meal from now on until the 3 pigs cry wee-wee-wee all the way home, you best get a move on. And I do mean NOW, papa bear!”

The End?

really good stories from everyone so far I like the variety keep it up :)

Disease

somewere in the most deepest ,darkest part of her  
lies lonelyness. everyknow and then it takes over her.it screams at her and chew on her inner flesh that keeps her going,  
leveing her with a fountin of tears.  
it sends tornados to her stomich and thunder to her heart,  
leving her with a fountin of tears.  
but no one knows what has become of her, what demons has taken controle of her....it takes over her...she hides it..holding it in so that her sin wount bring disaster to this world...  
letting her walk untill she can no longer walk anymore...her soul bound to perishe...leveing her nothing but a walking corps.  
her disease that could end all humanity...ending it all of sadness lonelyness..and fears..  
leveing her with a fountin of tears...
 
 
-Kumiko Yamamoto

It's Anybody's World

It's Anybody's World     (In collaboration with diddi)
It's Anybody's World     (In collaboration with alexnemoland)
One day you appeared
with a hand , over your face
from behind you peered
at me , through the coming days ,
you slowly got to know me ,
you told me you were lonely ,
the days then picked up pace ,
so pretty girl
make no mistakes
this whole world's
for you to take
you should believe
for I don't fake
and yes I see ,
the good , you'll make .

-this picture she sees makes her fill with smiles
sadly their hearts are distanced  by miles
her heart cumbusts with butterflies
every time she looks at the pictures eyes.
she wishes that the day will come,
for her to see you.
but her heart wouldn't know what to say or
what to do?
she smiles again...
sending back and forth the secret code..
from both their hearts of love on hold.
as she gets to know you more and more
she feels as if something is truly real.
not just how you feel.
this picture she sees makes her fill with smiles
sadly their hearts are distanced by miles
but how this expanse keeps them far from to see.
with you there is nowhere she rather be.

Across the waves
we fly the jet stream ,
time gets braved
and  the feelings inbetween ,
across  Atlantic , aquatic  
an allegion , creation  
the prolific Pacific  
and it's time variation
if you feel you can stick it
and all of the waiting
I'll be here where I'm sitting
in your lifetime vacation .


why she wonders why did he pick me??
there is so much wrong with me.
while she sucks in her steaming water
his picture is stuck to her mind..
making her smile once more.
singing and dancing to the songs she knew,
because they remind her of utsukushii you.
telling you words like "Aishite iru" so very much.
awaiting the day to fill his gentle touch.
this picture she sees fills her with smiles
sadly there hearts are distanced by miles .

Yes the miles do blow
they can churn and twist a hole
right through both ventricles
of the heart , like a drilling  tornado ,
So I step the air
like a magic stair
in hope that up I go .