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If I had to choose one song as the soundtrack of my life, it'd be Bruce Brubaker's "Mad Rush", all 16 minutes and 58 seconds of it on loop. At least for this last year of my life. This year has been full of beauty, drama, confusion, excitement, and tears. Lots and lots of tears. And even now, I can't escape the tears. Every emotion you name I've felt, and Mad Rush captures all of that. That's what I put on before I pull off. I'm not even sure where to go, but I think a ride downtown would at least provide me with lights and a great view.
C. A. ElizabethPublished about 12 hours ago in ChaptersPorn Again-Part Five
Continued from Part Four… “I HAVE TO SEE YOU AGAIN. CAN’T WAIT ANY LONGER...MEET ME TONIGHT. YOU KNOW THE PLACE.” The text message vibrating close by sent a surge through her that may not necessarily have been dread or remorse. The smoldering guilt laced with a growing sense of excitement brought out a rather sneaky, yet girlish quality in Candy. Refusing to let on that Marcus was texting her at that very moment, she quickly put the cell away.
lazarusInfinityPublished 2 days ago in ChaptersPorn Again-Part Four
Continued from Part Three… New Orleans. The Big Easy. The Crescent City. Home of some of the greatest music, entertainment and culture the world has ever seen...and baby, there ain’t no place like New Orleans. Quickly swept away into a world far different from the one he’d always known, Happy struggled to relax a bit as the convertible sped off from the airport deep into the heart of ‘Babylon’, as his father referred to it. The blissful, seductive sounds of the city’s famed Jazz music blared from the stereo as the infamous humidity came breathing down on his neck with a stifling cloak of welcoming only a true Southerner could appreciate. Six feet below sea level, and wedged between a river and a lake, the city was well known for its hot summer days and even hotter nights...and things were only going to get hotter from here.
lazarusInfinityPublished 2 days ago in ChaptersDecisions
Leaving everyone on the beach to talk amongst themselves I made my way to the cafeteria alone. Feeling my body begin to ache I focused all my strength to keep my shoulders back and head held high. The last thing everyone needs to see is me looking weak. Hearing Nightmare say There had better be more pizza. Was followed by my stomach growling as I reached the steps. Before opening the door I noticed there were people working who couldn't have been guards or scientists. All of them were wearing the same outfits as the rest of us with metallic bracelets. Thinking to myself That actually makes a lot of sense.
Lucy TorralbaPublished 2 days ago in ChaptersOld Enough
Truth has so many lessons, so many meanings and the lord knows it's a debatable subject when sitting around the supper table. I always make sure I look busy eating; nobody knows what I see in a day. Truth is, I ran straight to the railroad tracks after breakfast this morning, cut through tall, dry, grass where clumps of broken beer bottles and cans swell up on unkempt lots, where people have dumped ole fridge-a-dares, washing machines and just about anything they don't want. I was told never to do such a thing, that is, go to the railroad tracks. By being obedient in other ways, on time for meals, helping carry groceries, running the vacuum cleaner down the long hallway to Paw-Paw's room, well, I earned that big, little, title of "Trust-worthy." Truth is I am trust worthy when it comes down to it; if I hear someone passing hearsay around about Paw-Paw, I correct them or I run home and tell him. So, at the railroad tracks I saw a man drunk at 8.30 in the morning today, a little boy crying with his Mom dragging him behind her with no shoes and some good tires to make swings out of; I have a swing made from wood, but somebody could make a swing if they wanted to. The drunk man looked familiar. I stared at him until he growled; I jumped backwards behind a poison ivy covered oak tree and well, that would draw some attention to me later on, but it shook off that ole smelly hobo for a bit. I am eight and smart but my teacher told Paw-Paw I talk too much; I am fascinated by hobo's. I think about hopping on the back of a real caboose, hanging on like I do at the schoolyard's merry-go-round, screaming my fool head off. I want to see what's out there beyond the sycamore and brow beating summer heat. Paw-Paw loves Jimmy Dean sausage; this afternoon I saw a trailer bed with Jimmy Dean written fancy across it; I almost blew it and told Paw-Paw. That's how much I talk. Learning to be quiet at the supper table is my goal for the summer. Pearl, Paw-Paw's help, sets the table for us and he always tells her to take a plate home for herself. She's pretty with chocolate milk coloured skin that is as smooth as a satin pillow case. When here, she wears her hair pulled back in a small coal bun right at the nape of her neck with a net over it. A little charcoal bun in a net. My hair flies all over the place until the day before school starts up. That's when Pearl takes me into town and has it cut into a pixie with bangs. I don't look forward to that day. For now, summer is endless, miles from here, full of nothing to do day's. Before supper, Pearl always checks me for ticks and hoses me down so I don't track mud in. She is playful with me. I love her; I wonder if Paw-Paw loves her, too. It's lonely sometimes with just me and Paw-Paw; his grand-paw eyes grow heavy after supper and he falls asleep right quick, sprawled out on the gold, plush sofa he snores away and I sneak around the house looking for treasures. I am a tom-cat, meow! I am a spy for "Get Smart" and use radar. Suddenly, I drop down on the floor crawling, I am a hostage escaping through secret tunnels under Paw-Paw's bed; I am a pilot steering my jet over the endless tree tops, beyond the drunken hobo's and rusty, iron train tracks. Whoooa! I can see Pearl shucking corn and singing, I go higher and higher above the midnight street lamps, the moon is full of cheese, smiling by my side; I am soaring until I plop from my parachute into my marshmallow bed where I lay until dawn dreaming.
The Cornfield Curse
In the quiet town of Meadowbrook, the sprawling cornfields stretched as far as the eye could see. Generations of farmers had tended to these fields, reaping the golden harvest that sustained the town’s economy. However, beneath the surface, something sinister lurked within the tall, whispering stalks.
Z.a.i.n.t.zPublished 2 days ago in ChaptersThe Unrequested Quest Across Time and Realms
In a futuristic America, where neon cities reached towards the stars and the secrets of time travel were whispered in legends, lived a boy named Adam. High school was his battleground, where he navigated through the intricate mazes of complex equations, social hierarchies, and the challenges of adolescence. Yet, unbeknownst to his peers, Adam harbored a secret—a great destiny written in the very fabric of the universe.
Z.a.i.n.t.zPublished 2 days ago in ChaptersPorn Again-Part Three
Continued from Part Two… Loud Hip-Hop blasted from the premium Bang & Olufsen speakers as he struggled to keep his senses together. The streetlights gleaming through the night became a dizzying blur as the convertible sped effortlessly along the city streets. Staring up at the stars above, Happy wondered if this was another dream headed for a bad ending.
lazarusInfinityPublished 2 days ago in ChaptersLilith's Blessing
6. Caleb Taylor sat on his bed as sleep eluded him. Whenever he closed his eyes, his past haunted him as horrified faces creeped into his dreams. His blue eyes faded and tired as he rubbed his graying unshaven face.
Travis J. H.Published 3 days ago in ChaptersThe Chain Letter
Who still sends written letters in the mail? Grandmothers and people in prison, that’s who. It had been my first thought as I passed by the open mailbox. My birthday steadily approaching.
Adair SigurdsonPublished 5 days ago in ChaptersThe Moon's Chosen
In the ancient city of Luxor, nestled along the banks of the Nile, lived a boy named Karim. Though he was extraordinarily intelligent, Karim found it difficult to communicate with others. He spent his days lost in books and ancient scrolls, his mind brimming with knowledge that he yearned to share, yet his introverted nature kept him isolated.
bigol eid (bigooll)Published 5 days ago in ChaptersThe Magic of Divisoria
Lola, a firecracker wrapped in a vibrant sari, stood on the edge of her grandmother's cluttered apartment. Below, the cacophony of Chinatown unfolded - a sprawling market in Manila where the air crackled with the energy of a thousand haggling voices. Lola Ester, all of four-foot-ten and a lifetime of grit, surveyed the scene with a practiced eye.
A Peaceful MindPublished 5 days ago in Chapters