Series
Hidden Places (Part 8)
Previously in Part 7 Part 8 Danny: There's something...not right... It felt weird leaving Dawn on the road above us. She’s not one to come out of the shelter much, and certainly she’s not one to be alone anywhere. But I know her—when she needs to get something on paper or canvas, it’s so compelling to her that she is somehow able to overcome her inclination to hide away.
By Paula Shablo4 years ago in Fiction
The Fallen Citadel pt 6
FC 6 We swung into action, Freya and Elindresh firing off ranged attacks while Jonah and Minerva guarded them. Harold, Borgan and I took to the frontlines. I slashed my way through the demons Julianus summoned and he continued to laugh “Yes come cockroaches come let me squish you”. It seemed his magical shield was impenetrable, but there had to be a way. It was in that moment I remembered something very important Evandria had told me in that cave.
By Matthew Mccahey4 years ago in Fiction
Hell's Ten
This is Part 3 in a series! Parts 1 and 2 are up here: Part 1 Kace, Part 2 Ethel Marko woke up with a raging headache. Groggily he rolled off the narrow couch where he lay and passed a hand over his face. Too much again last night. Too much to drink, too many games of dice, too much fun. Through the curtain that separated him from the front room, he could hear talking and laughter, although it was now early in the morning. Voices slurred, heavy with drink, and he could hear bartenders ordering customers out when they got too rowdy. He stumbled over to the washbasin in the corner, groaning as he fumbled for the tap.
By charlotte meilaender4 years ago in Fiction
Radio Silence - Part 4
“So why don’t you want to go to your family in Milwaukee?” Joe asked, to fill the silence in the car. “Missouri,” Melanie corrected. “Well, for one thing, I can’t really get there very easily since they’ve stopped all the planes. Unless I want to do something stupid like hitchhike.”
By Caitlin McColl4 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Death (part 8)
The night had dragged out so slowly for Drina, her hands amply dealing out her tarot cards into a simple splay. It was another typical reading, making it harder for her to act neutral. Glancing towards the tent entrance, she hoped that someone would come to release her from her prison in hopes that she could head to the main event soon. Although she was anxious to perform in front of hundreds of people, she also felt insecure and timid. Never in her past had she done anything to the likes of what she was about to do tonight in front of another living being. Any time she had played with her powers in the past was when she had been alone and hidden from eyes to pry. Most of it was spent in the wild forest near her little village. Deep within the thicket, she had made a little hut where no one could find her. Stealing candles and incense, she would then commune with the spirits in hopes to appease them into leaving her be.
By Turan Turnip4 years ago in Fiction
The Hero's Revenge
This was it; this was the moment he had been waiting for his entire life. Sword barred and muscles poised to strike, he charged the enemy ahead. He cut down each and every foe, but one monster remained. A demon named Epehzial and he was more powerful than any monster Fidan had ever faced. Fidan laughed at Epehzial to taunt him, and Ephezial responded in kind.
By Matthew Mccahey4 years ago in Fiction
