Series

The Gilded Looking Glass: Chapter One
If anyone had ever been brave enough to venture inside Number 138, they would have found every single room empty. Not one piece of furniture, nor a solitary pot or pan. No lamps, and no lightbulbs in the ceiling fixtures. Odd, as one may recall reports of lights seen in windows from time to time. A particularly courageous person, upon entering the house, may have moved from room to vacant room, leaving a trail of footprints in the dust behind them. They would perhaps be apprehensive at first, but as no bogeyman appeared, they may have felt rather silly for believing in a quiet old town’s superstitions about an obviously abandoned house. A completely fearless person, having taken stock of the unoccupied dwelling, may have even elected to test their mettle by going upstairs, into the untidy attic at the top of the untidy house. If they had (though no one residing on Steven Street ever did), they would have been met with the sight of the strangest assortment of clutter they had ever seen.
By Chloë J.5 years ago in Fiction
Estranged
In the days leading up to her capture, Avalyn took a look around the place she had called home the most recently. It was a far cry from her childhood home where she grew up with two loving parents and Judd, their golden retriever. She tried to remember where things had gone so very wrong.
By Krystle Lynn Rederer5 years ago in Fiction
The Gilded Looking Glass: Prologue
For decades, the mirror was left undisturbed. It sat, shrouded in white cloth and mystery in the corner of an untidy attic, at the top of an untidy house at the end of a pristine street. Number 8, Steven Street in the unremarkable town of Roebuck. Much like everything else in the attic, the mirror had long been forgotten. Silent music boxes, motionless spinning tops and moth-eaten gowns, along with other disregarded trinkets, kept the mirror company in its silent vigil. And so the attic remained for a long, long time.
By Chloë J.5 years ago in Fiction
The Stage of the In-Between
(This is the seventh installment of the My Alternates series. If you haven't already, read the first here.) Luciana sat at the edge of the pond. It had long since frozen over and the chill in the air crept through her jacket and into her bones.
By L. J. Knight 5 years ago in Fiction
Thrill Seekers
We jump out of perfectly good airplanes just to take a look around. Leap off cliffs at the local quarry found on higher ground.
By J.W. Baird5 years ago in Fiction
Nights of Dragons and Genies
The territory of Raithwall was the most southern peninsula of the continent, past the Raithwall Mountain Range. The mountains were too high for most aviary species to safely fly over, cursed with a near-endless blizzard for most of the year… save for the three months past the New Cachou Moon, when the blizzard let up just enough for most safe flights through the mountain range. Otherwise, you’d have to travel by foot through the monster-infested Bloodfang Canyon just to get to and from Raithwall… provided that either the Waning Scalieon Moon had not yet given way to the New Lampras Moon, which would cause the pass to fill with a hazardous snow-fall.
By Grant Alexander Brown5 years ago in Fiction
The Beginning of the End
When you think you're happy, everything looks better than it really is. Situations seem to always work out even though you thought it was the worst thing ever. Gavin and I have been married for three wonderful years. He has been away on an antiquities business trip for two months while I have been home planning our anniversary reunion.
By Kathy Saunders5 years ago in Fiction
Our House goes Dark
Cold slaps my face and hands. Tears form in my eyes. When I try to stand, I can’t move. My breath catches in my throat as my heart races.
By Heather Stanton5 years ago in Fiction
The Bow
Before reading, be sure to check out the previous chapters! Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Fiction
Hell's Ten
This is part 2 in a series. If you haven't read part 1, you can find it here: Hell's Ten, Kace. Ethel had been waiting, pacing up and down as the hands of the clock moved steadily onward. Oscar always told her she didn’t have to wait up for him, but she always did, knowing the dangers that lurked in the streets of the city at night. If she had a choice, she wouldn’t have chosen to live in this part for a thousand dollars, but that was just the problem, she didn’t have a thousand dollars to spend on anywhere else. Her father had gambled it all away.
By charlotte meilaender5 years ago in Fiction
Ripar's Return to Earth (part 8)
A little over a week after their adventures to Antarctica and Death Valley the gang were looking at their crops and trees. Everything was full-grown and ready to harvest. Looking at the rows of Wheat, the humans were shocked at how quickly everything grew.
By Robert Kegel5 years ago in Fiction
Something Darker; Chapter 10
The hooded figure slowed their dash through the trees, stopping in the small clearing. Slowly the hooded figure turned around, looking up at the night sky to survey the full moon. Yes. here would do.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Fiction