A. J. Schoenfeld
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I only write about the real world. But if you look close enough, you'll see there's magic hiding in plain sight everywhere.
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Night Terrors. Runner-Up in The Shape of the Thing Challenge.
She announced her presence with a whisper and a wail, dragging me from my sleep. Frozen in terror, I watched her climb atop my bed, straddling my torso, pinning me to the mattress with her thighs. Draped in darkness and dripping with devastating beauty, she captivated me. Despite the fear that clutched my pounding heart, I could not tear my gaze away from her stunning lavender eyes glowing against her alabaster skin and framed by luxurious cascading black locks. Somehow I knew that before me loomed the embodiment of both beauty and death. I wanted to run from and surrender to her all at once.
By A. J. Schoenfeld6 months ago in Fiction
An August Aria. Top Story - August 2025.
The sun was dipping low, stretching its light out in a giant yawn that splashed the sky with vibrant fuchsia as it pulled the cover of the mountains over its head. The color caught my eye, stirring something in the back of my heart, a forgotten passion tugging at my cobwebbed mind. I watched the pink fade into deep purple and the gears in my brain began to speak, narrating what I was seeing with the flowery language I once used to build my now abandoned worlds. My fingers started to twitch, eager to dance across the keyboard.
By A. J. Schoenfeld6 months ago in Fiction
God's Garden
Someone recently offered me a soapbox upon which I could stand and shout my message for all to hear. I stood there, awkwardly holding my brass bell, staring at the crowds of people gathered to listen. A thousand thoughts flew through my head. I had only one chance to share with everyone one thing, one message, one thought that burned deep in my soul.
By A. J. Schoenfeld7 months ago in Humans
Second Chance At First Love
Life simply did not go according to plan for Marilyn. She watched jealousy as others passed by, seeming to have it all. It was easier when her children were still at home, small and completely reliant on her to care for them. She was too busy to notice the emptiness that lurked deep down inside. But they had grown up and moved on, now busy chasing their own children, living their own lives hundreds of miles away. Now Marilyn’s life had devolved into the mindless monotony of scanning other people's purchases for eight hours before diving into take out while watching reruns of old sitcoms on TV. Both in the store and on the screen, Marilym watched others live the life she never had. She often felt it was fitting how the yellow fluorescent lights overhead washed out her features, making her look ordinary and plain, just another forgettable face.
By A. J. Schoenfeld7 months ago in Fiction
Boxed In: Trapped in the Dark
I was drifting through a dream of peaceful nothingness. The kind of comfortable sleep reserved for vacations and lazy Sunday mornings. A cool breeze ruffled over my shoulders and beckoned to me. I rolled over to snuggle in closer to Ryan to soak in his body heat but he no longer was there. I sat up to look for him, but my eyes wouldn't open. As though sewn shut, the lids refused to budge. I tried to call for him, but my mouth wouldn't open, my lips stuck together. I have had this nightmare before, in the in-between moments when sleep refuses to loosen its grip on me. That's all this is….
By A. J. Schoenfeld8 months ago in Chapters
