Fiction
Harper's Hill, Chapter 3: The Knocked-Over Flower Pot. Content Warning.
Emily's brother, James, had always been very protective. As a child, he felt the need to protect his mother and his sister from their father, Ray. He didn't even like admitting that Raymond Pierce was his father, but some people from the East side of town would still remember the trouble his father caused, and then connect the last names.
By Amanda Doyle2 years ago in Chapters
Old Enough
How can one night change a kid like me, or anyone for that matter? I don't know the answers but I do know I grew up a whole lot after sleeping over in what felt like another world entirely different than my own. Part of me wants to not think so much, to just be a kid who plays checkers, pretends to be a spy or astronaut and can forget all about the troubles this dumb ole world has. Something tells me those kind of days are soon over.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Chapters
Arka and the Ocean Gem: The Adventure on Ivory Island
In an age when vast oceans remained largely unexplored, where mysteries and treasures lay hidden beneath the waves, there lived a young man named Arka. He was a daring adventurer, known for his courage in facing challenges and his relentless quest for the extraordinary. Arka had undertaken many adventures, from chasing sunken treasures to traversing endless deserts. But none would compare to what awaited him on Ivory Island.
By kevin steven2 years ago in Chapters
The Chronicles of Elemara: The Battle of the Eternal Void
In the world of Elemara, five elemental forces—Earth, Water, Fire, Air, and Light—maintain the balance of nature. Each element has a guardian known as an Elemental Wanderer, tasked with preserving harmony. However, a dark force called Void arises, threatening to destroy everything.
By kevin steven2 years ago in Chapters
Should We Meet Again
"Can your friends drive you and your daughter to the hospital so they can make sure she doesn't have any hidden injuries? I would ordinarily do that, but all units are at an apartment blaze and I have to look for the black truck before he gets too far. Are you sure you can't remember the make?" The Trooper asked.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Birth Marks
Heather, a later teen, lies awake; staring off into the ceiling late at night, contemplating what she saw was a dream or not. Her eyes eroding with fatigue while she continuously stared at the ceiling. Her hands rested gently on her midi nightdress with a fold, feeling the rough fabric of thick sheer underneath them. Heather's eyebrows gently squeezed together as she tried to make sense of it all. Did she eat a poisonous plant by accident when she was having one of her adventures through the woods? Maybe it was her imagination going too far, or maybe she brushed up against something that causes hallucinations. That must be it, right? - there was no possible way that could've been real.
By Noah Lichtenberg2 years ago in Chapters
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME ch1. Top Story - August 2024.
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME Mo deas ^ ^ Mia was eight years old and on her way home from school. As per normal, she walked with four of her friends. Each lived within a few houses of each other and enjoyed each other's company. The five were solid friends and did as much as possible together. There was never a defined "leader" of their little pack but for a reason Mia didn't understand, her friends always followed her suggestions. "How about if we drop our books at home, then walk to the soda shop. I'd love a cherry coke." Without hesitation, they'd all agree.
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Chapters
"Whispers of the Desert Moon
Under the vast expanse of a starry desert sky, Amaan wandered alone, lost in a sea of shimmering sand dunes. The full moon hung low, casting a silvery glow that danced across the sands, making the desert seem almost alive. The cool night air was a stark contrast to the heat of the day, and Amaan, exhausted from his search for the missing artifact, stumbled across the endless dunes, his mind heavy with fatigue. He had spent the day in a bustling desert market, asking the villagers for any clues about the artifact stolen from the ancient temple. Yet, as the sun dipped below the horizon, he found himself lost in the desert, far from the safety of the village. The mysterious desert seemed to stretch on forever, and each dune looked the same as the last, trapping him in a labyrinth of sand and shadows. As Amaan's strength began to wane, he knew he needed to find a place to rest. His eyes scanned the moonlit desert until they fell upon a large, dead tree, its twisted branches reaching out like skeletal arms. The tree's gnarled limbs touched the ground, creating a shelter that offered some protection from the cold night. As he approached, he noticed something—or someone—hiding behind the trunk. In the soft light of the moon, a girl stepped out from behind the tree. Her face, illuminated by the moon's glow, revealed delicate features and large, captivating eyes. She was dressed in a dark, hooded cloak that fell to the ground, her small frame wrapped in shadows. Yet, there was something about her that felt familiar to Amaan, even though he was certain he had never seen her before. "Who are you?" Amaan asked, his voice gentle but curious. "Why are you hiding here?" The girl took a cautious step forward, her voice barely above a whisper as she replied, "My name is Bushra. I live in the village nearby." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I am a rebel, fighting against the cruel king of our village, Kora. He has enslaved my people, forcing them to work for him, taking everything they have—our food, our lands, our lives. I’m here to help free them." Amaan listened intently as he gathered dry branches from the dead tree, building a small campfire to ward off the cold. The flames crackled to life, casting a warm light that danced across Bushra’s face. As he sat by the fire, something strange happened—a flash of memory that wasn’t his, or at least, not from this life. In his mind's eye, he saw himself and Bushra in a place far more developed than this ancient world. They were sitting together in a cozy parlor, surrounded by modern comforts that didn’t belong to this time. The memory felt vivid, real, yet impossibly out of place. The vision faded as quickly as it came, leaving Amaan confused. He shook his head and looked at Bushra, the familiarity of her presence gnawing at his mind. "I’m Amaan," he finally said, breaking the silence. "I’m here on a mission to recover an artifact stolen from an ancient temple. But... something about you feels like we’ve met before, in another time." Bushra's eyes softened, but she said nothing, simply gazing into the fire. The night grew colder, and Amaan felt a strange connection to her—a bond that transcended time and space. But before he could say more, fatigue overtook him, and he fell into a deep sleep by the fire. As the night wore on, Bushra quietly stood up and walked away from the campfire, disappearing into the desert shadows. The moonlight cast long, eerie shadows over Amaan as he slept, his dreams filled with images of Bushra and the mysterious connection they seemed to share. When dawn broke, Amaan awoke to find the desert bathed in the soft light of the rising sun. The campfire had burned down to embers, and Bushra was nowhere to be seen. But something was different—his hand, which had been wounded the day before, was now completely healed, as if by magic. Puzzled, Amaan stood up, his thoughts consumed by the strange events of the night. The memory of Bushra lingered in his mind, and he felt an inexplicable pull to find her again. Her presence had awakened something deep within him, a feeling that he had known her long before this life. Determined to uncover the truth, Amaan set off into the desert once more, following the faint trail left by Bushra. As he walked, the desert seemed to whisper secrets of the past, of lives lived and lost, of love and betrayal, of dark powers and ancient magic. The sands beneath his feet shimmered with an otherworldly light, and Amaan knew that his journey was far from over. In the distance, the silhouette of a village appeared on the horizon. But as Amaan approached, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was walking into a world where time itself was unraveling, where the past and future collided, and where the answers to his questions lay hidden in the sands of the mysterious desert. And somewhere, out there in the endless dunes, Bushra was waiting, her fate intertwined with his in ways neither of them could yet understand. As dawn broke, Amaan finally reached the village, relieved to see the small homes bathed in morning light. But the village was eerily silent, with no signs of life. The sense of being watched crept over him, stronger than before. He glanced around and caught a fleeting glimpse of something dark slipping between the buildings. His heart pounded—whatever it was, it had been watching him all along. Amaan knew then that he wasn’t alone. The village, though seemingly peaceful, hid something sinister. As the sun rose, casting long shadows, the unseen presence remained, silently watching, waiting for the right moment to strike.
By Amaan khan2 years ago in Chapters
Journey From Hardship to Achievement
Once upon a time in a quaint village, there lived a boy named Claude. Claude came from humble beginnings. He resided with his mother, brother, and sister since his father passed away when he was young. His mother, a hardworking woman dedicated herself to caring for her family. She instilled in Claude the values of strength, kindness, and perseverance.
By Sonia McKoy2 years ago in Chapters
Old Enough
My best friend and her cousins know the time is coming for me to say goodbye, for now at least, when we see a new yellow taxi cab pull up and Paw-Paw stands up and waves to the driver. What a spectacle for the whole darn world, my big white Paw-Paw, post hernia procedure standing next to our small chestnut colored Pearl; heck, they even hugged.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Chapters
