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Amsterdam 1942
She was awakened, in the dead of night, by the sound of a stranger’s voice, quiet but intense, drifting up the stairwell from the kitchen. “Who in the world?” she thought. Fear crept from her belly to her throat.
Martha AgnesPublished 3 months ago in ChaptersAdventuring #1
I was getting used to this. Another weekend, another youngling out seeking their fortune. Not that I mind so much, really, but I needed more tea. My stock was getting quite low, and it was a dry harvest last year.
Meredith HarmonPublished 3 months ago in ChaptersAddiction - Chapter II
A second chapter? Yes, why not? We don’t always get them in life, but I can certain save one here and see how far back I can go with my story.
Kendall DefoePublished 4 months ago in ChaptersBlackbird Fly
The Basket It's a Monday evening on May 24, 1965. It was slightly chilly with a light breeze blowing. A young lady wearing a long overcoat with her face covered by a scarf walked up to the Fire Department in Anaheim, CA on Ball Road carrying a small basket with a blanket covering the top. It was around 7:00 pm and the activity in the area was light. She walked up the sidewalk to the entrance of the fire station and she left a small basket near the door then quickly walked away around the corner to her car and drove away.
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished 2 years ago in ChaptersRedemption Of Drowning
Redemption of Drowning By : Mariann Carroll and Mike Singleton-MikeyDred Chapter 1 There was only one person who mattered to him, and that was him.
Mariann CarrollPublished 5 months ago in ChaptersA Different League
I am a Newcastle United fan, through and through. I’ve never supported any other team, but there was a period in my life when I didn’t support any team, to be honest. I think as a kid the older I got I just lost interest when I realised I wasn’t actually very good at football (or any team sports, to be honest), and this just led to me to move away from watching it as well. I didn’t get back into it until about 2011/12ish, so you can’t accuse me of being a fan who suddenly regained interest post-takeover (mind I do remember some of those Pardew days quite fondly). No, I just started going to games again and it made me realise what football is really all about, especially in this city of Newcastle, which I also identify with very strongly despite not being your stereotypical Geordie. On the day my grandad offered me a spare ticket to my first game for years, it took about 5 seconds to remember everything beautiful about this game.
Matty LongPublished 5 months ago in ChaptersA Techno Carol (with Apologies to Charles Dickens) - A Story in Five Parts
Part I: “Go to your room!” Dad shouted at him, but it was his mother who was in tears. Jimmy Curtis knew that this was serious when he saw what happened. The presents were being wrapped, and he could have waited in his room…but why bother? His parents knew what he wanted for Christmas, and here it was, Christmas Eve, and they were still getting things ready for the big day. So, why didn’t they get him the system he wanted? Why a stupid-looking 2.0 version of the super Benevolt gaming set? And no extra controllers for it? He had to say something.
Kendall DefoePublished 6 months ago in ChaptersReaching the Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The delicate winter sun reflected off of the frozen pines, scattering a golden glow throughout the forest and illuminating off the car dash.
Abby GustafsonPublished 5 months ago in ChaptersSongs of the Silver Wizard
“It is a wizard’s duty to be the armor of those who cannot wear it.” The thought struck Thaddeus as his staff of fine white birch whirled around his head. A wall of fire raced down the walls of the stone tower and incinerated the approaching siege tower full of Gothinians. Bodies tumbled twenty feet as the tower became a bonfire. The wizard found it comical that this was the moment the words of his late master bubbled to the forefront of his notedly extraordinary mind. Coddgery old kook.
Matthew FrommPublished 5 months ago in ChaptersThe Library
Chapter 4; The Library Chapter 1 is linked here Susan felt strangely unconfident as Jonathon reached out to take her hand. She felt how she had as a young girl– anxious, nervous and unsure of herself. Whatever Michael had given her the night before was still lingering in her system. It was wearing off but she still felt not quite right; not really herself.
Gerald HolmesPublished 6 months ago in ChaptersUnsung Hero
I hung out at Madigan Park all the time when I was a kid. Back then it wasn’t Madigan—it was just the park, the place my friends and I went to get stoned under the bigass birds-of-paradise that sang after a few joints. Now it’s nothing. Those birds-of-paradise—most of them older than I am—burned in the fight. The stinky torreya the mayor planted for his birthday is black and barely standing. Faulkner’s founder is flat on his face with a broken nose, which my partner has been trying to slip into my pocket for the last ten minutes. Even the playground is now a McDonald’s-colored puddle and the lawns are black where the last embers aren’t glowing.
Rosie FordPublished 6 months ago in ChaptersA World Apart
How I got here, I can't tell you. Mostly because the memories are vague, but also because it hurts to think about those things.
Big DreamsPublished 6 months ago in Chapters