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133 Waxing and Waning
Low tide, so I remain thankful, awakening--alive--to the sound of breakers. You see, now on my seventh morning, only my head remains above ground.
Gerard DiLeoPublished 21 days ago in FictionIllogical Fear
“There’s gotta be a logical explanation.” He said, and put his nicotine-stained fingers on the kid’s bony arm. “I swear, I saw two red eyes glaring at me from below the stairs.” The kid babbled. He was always babbling.
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Brilliant Shell
Please note that this should be May 10th, 131/366 which I've put at the end of this but not at the beginning. My head is not in the game. I blame Rachel Deeming.
Rachel DeemingPublished 22 days ago in Fiction The Struggle
Alice sat alone in her empty house, her mind wandering back through her memories of over fifty years ago. Back to the days when she was young, beautiful and a popular fashion model. Her face lit up in a beautiful smile.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 24 days ago in FictionVerdict In a Minute
This article serves as an index for my series of courtroom drama stories. I started out with the first story for the Just A Minute challenge and realized, prompted by Hannah Moore, that it could be told from different angles and perspectives of various characters.
Lana V LynxPublished 24 days ago in FictionDevoured
My fingers dance across the yellowed pages of the library’s archaic volumes. Despite the candle illuminating the shelves, I’m not searching for a book. Instead, I’m relentlessly investigating the halls for a door to run from the horrible reality that consumed all our lives.
Isabella RosePublished 27 days ago in FictionThe Gamble
He checked the cards displayed on his forearm. Unfortunately, they didn’t compose a winning hand, but the rest of the table didn’t know.
Jarrett SmithPublished 23 days ago in FictionObsidian Light
Beneath Mount Etna The cavern’s floor was rugged and jet black. Rosalie needed to pay close attention to every step she took or she’d risk tripping on hardened clumps of lava. The ominous glow from the cinnabar combined with the firelight from Orazio’s torch kept the cavern illuminated enough to slowly maneuver through.
Six Feet Under
Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
Liam StormPublished 26 days ago in FictionFifteen seconds to violet
Victor regarded the electronic card around his neck thoughtfully, the numbers rising the tiniest fraction by the second. The bar almost looked like it wasn’t moving at all, if he didn’t look long enough.
LC MinnitiPublished 30 days ago in Fiction- Content Warning
Dying Later
Cold bites with mean blue teeth, and it bit her savagely now. Cheeks and nose-tip raw, and the rest of her fairly frozen to match, all the way down to her bones.
L.C. SchäferPublished 30 days ago in Fiction Once More Unto The Breach
He let the sword slip through his other gauntleted hand. Athlistan stood atop the crest of the rubble of Bordanium’s ruptured curtain wall. Beyond, the remnants of the Saxon’s first assault regrouped. They would come again–Athlistan knew it.
Matthew FrommPublished 26 days ago in Fiction