Author: Alisha Blanch
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The Origins Of Halloween Traditions Around The World
Image Credit: Unsplash- Call Me Fred When we think of Halloween today, images of costumes, candy, and pumpkins come to mind. But the traditions we celebrate on October 31st trace back thousands of years and weave together folklore, religion, and cultural practices from across the globe. Celtic Roots: Samhain in Ireland and Scotland Halloween’s oldest…
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The Door That Never Closed- (A circular short fiction piece)
Image Credit: Unsplash: Donald Martinez She opened the door, and the room was empty—yet somehow familiar. The walls hummed softly, carrying the scent of rain and old books. Shadows stretched long across the floor, moving like restless memories. Her footsteps echoed in the stillness as she stepped inside, heart pounding with both dread and hope.…
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The Girl Who Collected Time
Image Credit: Unsplash- Maksym Kaharlytskyi Nobody noticed the girl in the yellow raincoat until she began stealing time. Not in the usual way—she didn’t distract clocks or cut the wires in wristwatches. No. The girl, who called herself Juniper (because her real name was too sharp), had the quiet kind of magic that made the…
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Rekindling The Quiet
Image Credit: Unsplash The sky was overcast, the dull gray clouds hanging low, as if holding their breath, waiting for something to change. A soft wind brushed against the edges of the trees, rustling the bare branches. There was a faint chirp of birds somewhere off in the distance, too distant to seem alive, too…
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The Scream
Image Source: Pexels- Javier Gonzalez It was 4:30 P.M. as I stepped out of my tiny house and started wandering down the path headed toward the wharf. The sun was setting; it felt peaceful in a way. Birds were chirping, and the air smelled like freshly mown grass through each light gust of wind. The…
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Shattered Echoes
I. The Fall I built a home within your arms, where laughter danced like candle flames, where whispered vows in midnight dark were etched upon my fragile frame. You spoke in verses soft and sweet, each syllable a silken thread, I wove them into tapestries and laid them where I laid my head. But love…