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Secrets Revealed
Joshua and I walked back for the last suitcase in silence for a long time. We were both soaking wet from the rain and the blowing wind made things worse. I couldn’t tell if he seemed a little angry or just deep in thought. In either case, I felt it best to give him space. I continuously twirled the marigold flower in my fingers, trying to keep myself distracted from the anxiety inducing silence. I knew what conversation was coming eventually. Just thinking about it made my stomach feel heavy. How can I tell Joshua the truth? But he’ll demand to know, and after saving me from Mr. Brooks’s men on the train, he deserves to know.
By Gabriella Dawson5 years ago in Fiction
Fever Dreams of a Dying City
Maurice jolted upright in bed, gasping for air as he sought to wrench his mind free from the fever dream in which it was lost. He blinked repeatedly, trying to focus on the room around him to pull himself back into reality. His eyes scanned the cabin and adjusted to the dark as he slowly came to grips with his surroundings. It was his third week in the mountainside cottage, and every night the dreams had grown steadily worse.
By Rion Duncan5 years ago in Fiction
At The Edge of the Forest: Part 2
The story takes place around the time of 1,200 A.D. Foreign invaders from the Northern Scandinavian countries, also known as the Danes or Vikings, raided and pillaged the land in every direction. These seafarers left their Scandinavian homelands to raid, trade and colonize. During the Viking Age. The word “Dane” became synonymous with Vikings that raided and invaded England. During this time, thousands of innocent people’s lives were destroyed. Suddenly, they found themselves ripped away from their homes, or killed, and hurled into a life of slavery and hardship. It was more merciful to be killed rather than taken as a slave. Life in the Dark Lands was barren, cold and dangerous to all who lived there.
By Caroline-StoryGirlCA5 years ago in Fiction
Bootleggers' Legacy
Elisha scowled at the jug of clear liquid George pulled from under the drip-spout. Gingerly, he raised it to his nose and sniffed. George guffawed loudly and slapped his thigh as shock, revulsion, and amazement vied for dominance of Elisha’s face. “Aw, ‘Lisha, them’s jes th’ singlin’s! Gotta run it back through again ‘fore it’s done!”
By Dawn Harper5 years ago in Fiction
Our House goes Dark
My life is happy. I work at the local bar and live alone. He swaggers into my work, overconfident, and handsome. The first few times I ignore him. On the fifth visit, he brings flowers, a new trophy, and a buckle. After cleaning up at the local rodeo.
By Heather Stanton5 years ago in Fiction
Remember Who You Are
The people of Felnor were astounded. Princess Vivian had returned. Her story of sacrifice, as all stories of the Twelve Dragon Princesses, had inspired kindness and bravery in many a young girl. It wasn’t long before news of the princess’ return reached the very outskirts of the kingdom, where Illior now lived. After the royal family’s passing without seeing their daughter again, he was wrought with grief and guilt. Upon hearing of her return, he made the long journey to the castle.
By Antonia Mele5 years ago in Fiction
Not Quite Time, Not Quite Space
Codd’s landscape unfurled in shades of grey and hills of ash and lost valleys. Once a place of floral sweetness and golden sap musk, Codd reeked of stagnant lakes and rivers run dry. Crossing Codd became a war with dust for Emma and Auden as every step they took kicked up clouds refusing to settle and as Emma looked over her shoulder at the shuttle, she could make out their long path by dust alone. To Codd’s credit, there was still enough of her left to show progress in Emma and Auden’s travel as mounds that were once cities, and valleys that were once mountains became indicators of passing kilometers.
By M. J. Luke5 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Logan van Zant: CH IV
Poseidon’s Mistress ebbs as the water of the Mediterranean laps against its hull. Logan looks out across the water; in the distance is their destination – Crete. Henry approaches and leans against the bow. “Told ya ten hours or less, didn’t I?” Henry laughs.
By Jericho Osborne5 years ago in Fiction
Moonica and her Raging Bull
It was the gloomiest of day’s. The rain trickled down her window and Moona ( that was her nickname) could feel all the hairs on the back of her neck rise. “The hairs of despair” is what Moona would call them. When these hairs of despair would come around, it usually meant something awful or eery was about to happen.
By Monica Bernal 5 years ago in Fiction
A Bull For Strength
(This is the fifth installment of the My Alternate series. If you haven't already, read the first here.) Shark dropped the streamers and cursed. He climbed down the step stool and picked them up, returning to aggressively tape them on the doorknob with a triumphant grin.
By L. J. Knight 5 years ago in Fiction
