Timberly Price
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Navigating Fate's Waters
Harold chuckled as he watched his friend Jose effortlessly juggle three billiard balls on top of the pool table. He took another sip of whiskey, already feeling the effects of the five shots he’d had earlier. Despite that, he didn’t want to stop now, they were on vacation, and he wanted to live it up. He signaled the bartender, who approached with a smirk on her face. He ordered a draft beer instead, deciding to pace himself for the rest of the night. The bartender swiped his room key before filling a cold mug with beer from the tap.
By Timberly Priceabout a year ago in Fiction
Arcade Hack and Slash
I sat at my computer desk, typing away on my laptop. I leaned back in my cheap plastic chair as I looked over the lone paragraph on my screen. My research paper was due in two days, but I had no energy to finish it. It didn’t help that spring break was right around the corner and I was looking forward to having that week off. Not that I could do much, I had no money to return home for that short period or go to the latest spring break hotspots, but at least I get a few days to catch up on rest.
By Timberly Priceabout a year ago in Fiction
The Neptune Archipelago Getaway
“Kara!” The paparazzi called out. “Look over here!” Kara Byrd stepped out of the backseat of an Escalade, her bodyguard pushing past the hounding paparazzi. Bright flashes from cameras blinded her, creating a sea of lights and people. She loved making movies but hated the attention that came with it.
By Timberly Priceabout a year ago in Fiction
Trapped in the Zombie Apocalypse
I stood on a dilapidated rooftop, surveying the desolate city before me. Crumbling structures, overgrown foliage, and the occasional infected roaming the streets - this new world was hard to get used to. Even after seeing it a dozen times a month, I still couldn't believe that a once vibrant and lively city was now empty, deserted, and falling apart. The risk of being attacked and turned into one of the infected was ever-present.
By Timberly Priceabout a year ago in Horror
Art of Healing
Lidia wiped away her silent tears as she stared out the airplane window at the passing clouds. This was her first trip without her husband, Patrick. He would usually be sitting in the seat next to her, excitedly pointing out all the details of the place they were about to visit. Now, she was alone, with the seat beside her occupied by a snoring man nestled in a gaudy neck pillow. Patrick’s ashes were tucked away in her carry-on bag, getting tossed back and forth with the slight turbulence of the flight.
By Timberly Priceabout a year ago in Fiction