Briar Rose
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Stories (27/0)
Who's There? - A Short Story of Mystery, Crime, and Fiction
“Who’s there?” The answer was the clicking of a light switching on and off, and the wind gushing through the broken window. The light above swayed in the wind creating eerie shadows against the walls as the light flickered at a steady pace. A trembling sigh escaped the girl, her voice echoing in the empty building. She could have sworn she heard someone or something move. Her hands couldn’t stop shaking. The stone walls around her were stained with brown splatters. She couldn’t tell if it were simply dirt or blood. She ignored the logical side which told her it was blood; she didn’t want to believe it. Her footsteps echoed throughout the hall, forming a rhythm with the creaking lights.
By Briar Rose2 years ago in Horror
Stop Bad Mouthing Sharks
Shark attacks are something many people fear when they go to the beach, surf, or scuba dive. The fear of the large jaws with multiple rows of teeth which can easily bite off a limb swarms the minds of people. Many might believe that sharks are out to get humans just like many movies show. Jaws was the kickstart to this fear. The four-movie series movie has the shark coming back to attach again and again. Sharks are marine animals which travel thousands of miles each year. The Great White Shark is even said to travel up to 50 miles per day. It’s very rare for a shark to attack again as they are continously moving. Most sharks cannot stop moving or they would die. If they do not have water moving through their gills they are unable to breath.
By Briar Rose2 years ago in Earth
Colors in Spring
Colors danced across the sky in a brilliant fashion. Wings contrasted from the light blue background. Chirps and tweets chased the wind among the chaos of moving colors. Avians hurried around town in order to get their final preparations for the cloacal kiss. They went from place to place picking up last-minute items- gowns, suits, desserts, gifts. Men dressed to match the bright colors of their wings; reds, blues, greens, oranges, and more. They carried gifts and food in hopes to impress.
By Briar Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Shake It Off - Dance Workouts
Cardio - The dreaded word that many people fear. Trust me, so do I- at least I used to. Before finding this fun way to burn some calories and sweat, I dreaded cardio. Running was not something I really did not do due to my knees or I just simply found it to be boring (I apologize to those who enjoy it). So was just doing lunges, jumping jacks, and more in a certain order.
By Briar Rose2 years ago in Longevity
Understanding Keystone Species
Sisters, brothers, cousins, parents, grandparents, and more are just part of what makes up a family. There are also friends, friends-friends, acquaintances, and strangers. Each group has its own social web of interactions with each other and without one these interactions wouldn't happen. Each person has the acquaintance they would only hang out with if their friend was there.
By Briar Rose2 years ago in Education
Is it a bug, alien, or the government? Those random itches
Do you know those sharp itches which make you jump out of your seat? I for sure do. I've hit my knee against the table a few too many times to not know about them. The itches pop up at random times often surprising the victim. It's like a little prick of a needle against your skin which makes your whole leg jump. Just like the exercise performed by the doctor with the tomahawk (otherwise called the Taylor) to test your reflexes. Without any say from yourself, your leg bounces forward on instinct.
By Briar Rose2 years ago in Humans
His Wounded Omega - III
'Mate' My tiger and wolf both whispered out the word I most dreaded. I couldn't move my body. Low, long whines continuously slipped out my mouth as the man poked and prodded at me, switching to a yelp when he presses against certain bruises, cuts, or broken bones I failed to notice before due to the numb feeling spreading throughout my body.
By Briar Rose2 years ago in Fiction
His Wounded Omega - II
Bickering voices were the first thing I heard when I awoke. My beasts slowly arousing with me inside my head. As I sniffed the air, anxiety invaded my lungs. My eyes snapped open and examed the room in front of me through the small metal squares of a crate. White walls encased the room while medical supplies were littered across the tables and counters.
By Briar Rose2 years ago in Fiction
His Wounded Omega - I
The sound of paws pounding loudly against the forest floor, crushing the fallen leaves and twigs, sounds in my ears. My own paws dig into the Earth beneath me, stirring up the dirt and lunging me forward with each stride. The wolves behind me snarl, growl, and bark as they slowly catch up to my much smaller form. Exhaustion and lack of food threatened to make me collapse onto the ground. I search the passing trees for any sign of escape.
By Briar Rose2 years ago in Fiction