Fiction
Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 5.
Predawn light seeped into John's flat as he bustled about the kitchen, fortifying himself with robust tea and toasted crumpets for the labours ahead. Donning faded plaid robes and slippers, he extracted the dusty mimeograph machine from its long confinement beneath the bathroom sink. As he meticulously cleaned and adjusted the gears and rollers, John's pulse quickened in anticipation of producing the first subversive literature from its sputtering duplication drums in decades.
By Tanya Doolin2 years ago in Chapters
The Marshes
Well, this is it. As I stepped further into the darkness, I knew there was no going back. No magic, no higher power, no parents, no honorables would be able to reach me in this forsaken land. Where I now tread, few have been before. Most of them have not returned. Smoke bellows out of the ground, sulphuric clouds obstruct my view. The smell is putrid. My eyes are teary, my lungs are having trouble taking in oxyen. I know what is behind this cloudy mess I am in. Yet still, my heart is beating rapidly in anticipation.
By Reinier Prins2 years ago in Chapters
The Last Mystery Writer
Waiting was not something I was good at, but I had become accustomed to the endless game of watching the clock and hoping against hope. On this night I did not even anticipate that wish of accomplishment as the snow started to fall outside of the Violet’s Bookstore in downtown Bedford, New Hampshire. I looked over at my two kids who begrudgingly came with me. Avery, my fifteen-year-old daughter was on her phone, which was how I often saw her face in the last year since her mother got her that thing. Her pink hair looped over her face mask that she would take down every couple of minutes to post pictures of herself on social media. She had a textbook propped open on the table in front of her, so it looked like she was doing homework assigned over the holiday break.
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Chapters
Harmony Hearts. Content Warning.
Sydney Fans of the new band, Whiskey River Devils , filled the Rhythm & Revelry Lounge bar in a brightly lit alleyway. Colorful graffiti jumped off the alley walls in precise lines that made it come alive. Inside the bar, excitement and curiosity filled the room. Fans ordered from a menu’s witty names the band members chose for their favorite drinks. They only had to wait another thirty minutes for the first debut. Other rock songs played overhead through the speakers around them to keep them entertained while waiting.
By Fayth Darkfell2 years ago in Chapters
I’ve Always Hated the Water
Note: I wrote this for a particular challenge, but I could not find the right conclusion for it, and it seems to be growing into something much bigger and bolder than I thought it could be. Any critiques or thoughts would be helpful...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Chapters
Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 4.
Sunlight shone through grimy windows, rousing John from slumber. His mind felt unusually clear this morning, vestiges of revelry at the fête still humming through his veins. Throwing back the duvet, John rose with vigour he had not known for years.
By Tanya Doolin2 years ago in Chapters
Caught
Chapter 9: Family Drama I can hear Haley yelling. Jade and I exchanged looks. I told him what happened last night and he was ready to hunt Jacob down and erase him from the Earth. I told him it wasn't worth the hunt. Jacob was just a waste of time, just a man who never left high school.
By Michelle Hill2 years ago in Chapters
The Small Town of Meadowville
Once upon a time in the small town of Meadowville, there lived a young woman named Alice. She had sparkling blue eyes that mirrored the skies on a clear day, and her laughter was as melodious as a songbird's melody. Alice worked at the local bookstore, where she spent her days surrounded by the enchanting worlds found within the pages of countless books.
By Shelby Anderson2 years ago in Chapters
