Adventure
The Butcher on the Corner
Thunder crashed all over the city. Cracking its whip like a cruel master over men. One by one, the lights went out as people locked up their shops and tried falling asleep to the pitter-patter of the heavy rain. Only a few souls, seldom as they seem wandered around the streets at such an hour. Such souls tend to have little to go home to, or maybe something pulling them, an obligation of sorts, out in dreary conditions. Whatever their reason, whatever opinions they held on the matter, it never changed the fact that they had to wander out in a score of rain and thunderous clamor.
By Rambler's Society5 years ago in Fiction
How I Became a Super Villain part 4
Jim and I spend the rest of the day working together. In each class, we're paired up and expected to help each other out. I'll admit I'm actually surprised at how much Jim knows and that he's smarter than how he presents himself. I don't know why I'm surprised, except that perhaps he's put on such a good show of being a certain type of super villain that I haven't expected he'd actually be smarter than I thought. And maybe that, in and of itself, speaks volumes to just how smart he is.
By Taylor Ellwood5 years ago in Fiction
eye of the beholder
Detective Rhea Townsend sat down at her desk with a heavy sigh. She hated the cases with dead kids – especially when the primary suspects were kids too. Rhea hated putting kids behind bars, but she knew that sometimes it was unavoidable. Murder can’t go unpunished, she thought to herself. She had just gotten back from the crime scene, and her stomach wouldn’t be the same for days. There was such hatred and anger in that scene – so much emotion, passion, and desperation. It was all so... teenage. Rhea’s concentration was broken by the deep tones of her partner, Darren Apollo.
By Persephone Stylet5 years ago in Fiction
The Blind Path to Freedom
The darkness in the tunnel was absolute. The experience was like what they imagined being in deep space would be like. The void that surrounded them needed to be filled with something, and the darkness itself was drawing their bravery from them. The group had given in to English’s leadership, each person relying completely on the hand in front of him or her to lead the way; were they to lose hold of one another’s hands, disaster would surely ensue.
By Kevin Gaylord5 years ago in Fiction
The Jesus Gene
The Jesus Gene by: Dennis R. Humphreys (the Dream Writer) based on the Book of Yeoshua ben Yeoseph David Bartholomew sat at his desk in the heat. The lab's air conditioning went out again for the third time in a month and made working intense. Sweat dripped off the end of his nose and he was constantly cleaning his glasses because of the sweat and body oil, catching on the frame, only to make its way down over the lens.
By Dennis Humphreys5 years ago in Fiction
