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A Whirl Through Time, Fiction

The whirlpool appeared before us. It was a monster. A calamity.

It pulled our ship into its current, then forced us into the downward spiral. We prayed. Cried.

Yet water didn’t fill our ship – our lungs.

We emerged on a coastline with tall, leafy trees.

A Brachiosaurus turned its head.

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Ooh, a time portal. I love it!

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Thanks, Dascha!

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A brachiosaurus! Man! That unexpected twist took your story up a few notches, if you ask me, and 100 million years back in time! ( Cool way of referencing a specific time jump without having to mention the time.)

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Thanks, Sharron! Best wishes to those poor souls on that ship. At least they bumped into an herbivore, ha!

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Desert Terror

The swirling clouds had just turned a sickly shade of green, when the girl witnessed them changing into a whirlpool right before her eyes. The desert was was dry, yes they need rain, but not this-not what was coming. Unfortunately for her, she dove for the nearest arroyo.

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Whoa, this is awesome, Kim! Frightening, too. The visuals you created are powerful! 🔥

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ANTICIPATION - fiction by Sharron at 🍁Leaves

Unbridled lust floods her quivering body as she waits. When the door slowly opens, she runs to him, a whirlpool of desire. He takes her in his arms, breathes into her ear the two words she longs to hear.

Häagen-Dazs? he whispers.

Oh baby, she sighs, yes yes YES!

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Haha! I love this. Her response made me laugh. Who doesn’t want to hear those two words? I completely understand why she feels this way. 🤣

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Well, darn it, you get old and your priorities change...

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Amen, sistah!

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This is awesome!

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Thanks, Dascha. When most of one's alternative opportunities disappear, Ice cream is a darned good substitute... Right?

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Riddles by the Fire, Fiction

The green glass door is a portal. Nobody knows from where it came, or where it goes. Only few can enter — a mutt, but not a dog, a sheep, but not a cow. Lucas is rejected, but Sally leaps on through. I've discovered the secret of the green glass door.

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I’m intrigued! I feel like this one needs to evolve into a short story, Brian! 😄

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You just have to figure out the riddle, and you'll know the same secret as I do 😁 This would be a great exercise for your classroom at school.

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Aha!!! I think I figured it out. Maybe? Jelly could pass through, but not jam....is that correct?! Fun story, Brian. 😀

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Yes! Neither of us could pass through, but Sharron Bassano could 😁

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Haha, yes! 😂 I may have to bring this into school on Monday. Thanks so much for sharing!

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And now everyone who reads this is going to be like what are those two jokers talking about 🤣

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Rebecca gets through, but Justin doesn’t. A cup of coffee does - twice, in fact - but the cup of tea doesn’t. Unless it’s the British vernacular version, cuppa!

Great story, AWESOME puzzle!

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Bring me back a souvenir, please! 😄

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Thanks, but I believe I will steer clear of that old green glass door. I am a real lacy-pants - and don't have what it takes to risk it.

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So ... um.... could beets pass through but not rutabagas??

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You got it!

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Hey! What? Hold on a minute.

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I guessed differently, but based on the letters...it might have been correct.

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It looks like it may be based on where in the alphabet the name of the creature falls? Only the latter half of the alphabet from "M" onward?

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It's double letters. Look at the words and names. I'd be in too.

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I realized that after! 😊

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Do tell! This sounds like the opening for a much longer story.

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The Restart, Fiction

The metal had remained cool for so long, the tunnels inside undisturbed. Dormant.

Patiently it waited, while the white coats ran their tests.

They should have left it that way.

When they pressed the button, the portal opened and their world became a mirror.

Now, they were faced with themselves.

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Eeek! Spooky stuff. Makes you wonder...great story, Chris!

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Thank you!

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Wow wow wow. Even minus the portal, IRL, we rarely want to face ourselves!

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Thanks Amie!

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"...world became a mirror...Now, they were faced with themselves." Yikes! This is a nightmare! How many people could bear being faced with themselves? Excellent, Chris!

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Haha! Exactly! Thank you

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Reversing Falls, Fiction

Staticky white noise. A frothy chop moved rapidly across the bay on an otherwise calm day, batting her around; a cat with string. Tiny whirlpools encircling her, sucking her paddle into their vortex. The kayak wobbled, uncertain, then righted itself. The sea smelled like wet rust. The fog rolling in.

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So atmospheric, Amie! I feel like I’m planted there in the kayak with her. Your writing (and storytelling) is superb!

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This is strange. I posted a story but I don't see it.

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Hmm...maybe try posting it again? I’m not sure why that would happen. (Unless somehow it got sucked through Brian’s green glass door.) 😄

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