Gareth searched up ahead. “It seems… quiet.” The dirt road crumbled under his feet. “No one else about.” The gentle chirping of birds flew above his head. “You’d think there would be more people on the road since we’re getting closer.”
Gerty noticed a pile of orange leaves scatter across her path....
Angelica brushed the last of the dirt and grass away from her clothing. She flicked her long brown hair out of her face and sighed with relief – she was clear of the overgrown muddy field.
The sunset shone through the trees. It reflected on the river and rocks before her. She tapped her brown leathe...
Image (above) taken from within the video game House Flipper during game play.
“Ouch!” Merida clumsily kicked the leg of the brown wooden chair. She hobbled for a few moments before sitting on the wooden culprit. The room smelt of spices and stagnate tea. Perhaps from week old tea still sitting...
All of Lexi’s impatience and fatigue drifted away. She stood in awe at the unbelievable presence of the purple crystal flowers. Each one illuminating a soft energy in the morning sun.
Lexi tore her eyes away for a moment to take in the rest of the forest. She exhaled with relief, having finally made...
A light green magical haze encumbered the forest. The sun only deepened it, illuminating its yellow beams in the air like glitter. The mysterious ambience intensified as Dek stumbled upon the small wooden cottage deep in the enchanted forest. The cabin hovered unusually above the dark, silky turquoi...
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Zoe Bella-Aster is a creative dreamer and cheerful drifter.
Come along on her writing journey as she shares her short stories, poems and other writing projects.
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All posts on TheDreamDrifters.com is a work of fiction (unless the post states otherwise). Names, characters, places and incidents either are product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.