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Redemption Of Drowning
Redemption of Drowning By : Mariann Carroll and Mike Singleton-MikeyDred Chapter 1 There was only one person who mattered to him, and that was him.
Mariann CarrollPublished 4 months ago in ChaptersA Different League
I am a Newcastle United fan, through and through. I’ve never supported any other team, but there was a period in my life when I didn’t support any team, to be honest. I think as a kid the older I got I just lost interest when I realised I wasn’t actually very good at football (or any team sports, to be honest), and this just led to me to move away from watching it as well. I didn’t get back into it until about 2011/12ish, so you can’t accuse me of being a fan who suddenly regained interest post-takeover (mind I do remember some of those Pardew days quite fondly). No, I just started going to games again and it made me realise what football is really all about, especially in this city of Newcastle, which I also identify with very strongly despite not being your stereotypical Geordie. On the day my grandad offered me a spare ticket to my first game for years, it took about 5 seconds to remember everything beautiful about this game.
Matty LongPublished 4 months ago in ChaptersA Techno Carol (with Apologies to Charles Dickens) - A Story in Five Parts
Part I: “Go to your room!” Dad shouted at him, but it was his mother who was in tears. Jimmy Curtis knew that this was serious when he saw what happened. The presents were being wrapped, and he could have waited in his room…but why bother? His parents knew what he wanted for Christmas, and here it was, Christmas Eve, and they were still getting things ready for the big day. So, why didn’t they get him the system he wanted? Why a stupid-looking 2.0 version of the super Benevolt gaming set? And no extra controllers for it? He had to say something.
Kendall DefoePublished 5 months ago in ChaptersReaching the Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The delicate winter sun reflected off of the frozen pines, scattering a golden glow throughout the forest and illuminating off the car dash.
Abby GustafsonPublished 5 months ago in ChaptersSongs of the Silver Wizard
“It is a wizard’s duty to be the armor of those who cannot wear it.” The thought struck Thaddeus as his staff of fine white birch whirled around his head. A wall of fire raced down the walls of the stone tower and incinerated the approaching siege tower full of Gothinians. Bodies tumbled twenty feet as the tower became a bonfire. The wizard found it comical that this was the moment the words of his late master bubbled to the forefront of his notedly extraordinary mind. Coddgery old kook.
Matthew FrommPublished 5 months ago in ChaptersThe Library
Chapter 4; The Library Chapter 1 is linked here Susan felt strangely unconfident as Jonathon reached out to take her hand. She felt how she had as a young girl– anxious, nervous and unsure of herself. Whatever Michael had given her the night before was still lingering in her system. It was wearing off but she still felt not quite right; not really herself.
Gerald HolmesPublished 6 months ago in ChaptersUnsung Hero
I hung out at Madigan Park all the time when I was a kid. Back then it wasn’t Madigan—it was just the park, the place my friends and I went to get stoned under the bigass birds-of-paradise that sang after a few joints. Now it’s nothing. Those birds-of-paradise—most of them older than I am—burned in the fight. The stinky torreya the mayor planted for his birthday is black and barely standing. Faulkner’s founder is flat on his face with a broken nose, which my partner has been trying to slip into my pocket for the last ten minutes. Even the playground is now a McDonald’s-colored puddle and the lawns are black where the last embers aren’t glowing.
Rosie FordPublished 6 months ago in ChaptersA World Apart
How I got here, I can't tell you. Mostly because the memories are vague, but also because it hurts to think about those things.
Big DreamsPublished 6 months ago in ChaptersFishkeeping in the Desert
Yellow light becomes absorbed underwater at around thirty-five feet deep, but the air is golden and alive. It shimmers around tanks and walls, like a mirage in the desert. Vast and rolling mounds of sand stretch far and wide, with exclusive spots of unattainable soil. I work in one such spot of richness. This artificial oasis draws in parched crowds, thirsting for connection, community, escape. Thirsting for water.
Elisabeth BalmonPublished 6 months ago in ChaptersThe Redeemer
"The fires of Hell burn with the truth of our lies." H. Calson ~ "Hell is empty, and all the devils are here." William Shakespeare
The Invisible WriterPublished 6 months ago in ChaptersFor the Love of Coffee
Chapter 1; A Beautiful Day In all his life Jonathon Roland had never seen a sight as beautiful as the woman standing before him now.
Gerald HolmesPublished 6 months ago in ChaptersA Tale of Thieves (Part Five)
In case you missed Part One, Two, Three or Four. For Part Five, continue reading. My slumber doesn’t last long, as I’m soon shaken awake. I gasp for air, waking in panic, thinking we have been discovered by the Justice Squad.
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 6 months ago in Chapters