Rony and His Corpses
I've been inspired to write this short story by all the dark & mystic Tim Burton movies I've seen till now, especially Edward Scissorhands and Corpse Bride. I would say this story is a mixture of being hurt and being loved by the same person.
The Miners: Part 2
Even still, Henry's comment rankled him. Not because he was thinking about stealing; although, he certainly considered himself capable of doing just that if he wanted to. No, the fact that it was being used this way was almost more upsetting than Henry's comment. It felt like cheating.
The Miners: Part 1
Once upon a time, there were a group of men who worked in the mines. They all knew each other and they all loved each other very much. One of them was known for being very good at his job and always making everyone's days brighter by simply smiling or waving. Another of them liked to sing. One day, he heard about an old abandoned mine deep underground that might just hold a treasure chest that had been buried so many years ago it probably never even existed. The man went straight there and found exactly what he thought it would be-a dusty box full of gold coins from far, far away.
A Moment in Space
"Just how bad is this?" Claire asks, absently chewing at one of her nails. She stares at the screens just above them, sliding levels and numerical data that she can't quite read changing constantly in front of her.
Trouble In Paradise?
Alarm clocks suck. And I mean, they really suck. Why? Because they wake you up. Especially when you don't want to be woken up.
What Exactly Happened: Part 8
His gaze travelled up to the window above his head. It was wide open. Cold air blew harshly across the room, stirring the curtains, which fluttered wildly in an attempt to pull themselves together. One of them flew shut again and again as the wind whipped through the room, catching Ryan's hair and sending it flying across his face. And as he watched it, a single drop of water slowly began to slide down the window pane. Another and another followed in rapid succession. And then they were falling, cascading downwards, gathering speed as they hit the ground and rolled across the grass in a series of tiny, sparkling droplets that danced before them like miniature fireworks. Soon the whole window pane had been filled with rain, the drops running in endless, uninterrupted streams down it.
Duskwood: My AI Part One
Hello friends! This is the first time I’ll be writing a full-length story instead of a smaller research piece! If you haven’t heard of me, my name is Jess, and I go by AGoreJessStone online. I’ve been a research journalist for the past five years, with a focus on games and entertainment. Now, if you haven’t read anything I’ve published before, don’t worry! You don’t need any of that to partake in the adventure I am taking you on this time!
The story of EL Dorado
El Dorado was a city made of gold just waiting to be discovered. They truly believed that this lost city existed in the New World, and countless people perished in a series of failed expeditions in the 16th and 17th centuries. Archaeological research has revealed that by the time Europeans arrived in Colombia in 1537, the scale and level of gold production had reached extraordinary proportions.
9 Fractures to Call Eternity
Cotton sprigs dotted the torture that was this slog up to The Ladi. Most other towns cleared crags and boulders and fallen trees from their thoroughfares; but not Ladi GruHas. There were no roads. Her crags and hard ways and steep stone slopes were principal in her defense from ne'er-do-wells and thugs.
Wrong Back Pack
Jason and Troy were the best of friends, they did everything together. When you see one you see the other so this day wouldn’t have been any different.
The Mystical Myth of Titanic
A risk-taking merchant commissioned the construction of a two-hundred sixty-nine meter cruise ship to lure wealthy patrons from all over the world into witnessing the magnificence of the legendary vanishing islets of ice, also known as icebergs that have stayed afloat for thousands of years along the Atlantic Ocean. Many cited it as simply magical.
Luck On The Razor's Edge
The day I saw Victoria Yager, my heart seized in my chest. I didn’t breathe as the rest of the world faded into fuzzy, unrecognizable blobs. She must have felt the weight of my stare because her angelic face swept the crowd. Her polished sapphire eyes lingered over mine for an instant. Instant shock pierced through my soul before her uninterested gaze returned to their original position. My fate was sealed that instant—I had to meet her.