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Too Late For White Flags
The last glimmer of light diminished in the sky above, on the eve of war. Thom and Gwen looked at each other for the last time, free from the blood, death and misery. The screech of devastating machines of their creation eviscerated the land ahead.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 46
Edwards silently leads me through the back alleys of the city, gradually taking me towards the outskirts. When we finally reach the main gate, Edwards takes me into the guard shack where Richard, Kiera, Artemis and Apollo are waiting for me, each with one hand cuffed to their chair.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
Danielle plans for Fig's birthday
For my 40th birthday, Fig went all out and made my day really wonderful. She had gotten me my favorite cake: chocolate gnosh. She had reserved a table at my favorite restaurant: Red Lobster, where she decorated it with balloons and my favorite flowers: tulips. She even got one of her musician friends to bring his guitar and serenade me. It was so incredible I was almost embarrassed. Well, I know that 33 isn't like the typical big numbers like 16, 21, 30, 40, 50, etcetera, but I'm going to act like it is anyway. I can't wait another 7 years for her to turn 40 before I make her feel as special and loved as she made me feel last year.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Party
The day I met Emma started like any other, but then again, my days always start the same way: a repetitive cycle of mundanity marred by the occasional oddity. This time, however, the oddity was Emma herself. I remember vividly how she appeared in the café like a burst of sunlight through a thick, gray fog.
By Eladeo Mallett2 years ago in Fiction
The Return . Top Story - September 2024.
Walter swore once he left his hometown he would never return. Just thinking about the place ignited a flicker of rage that was difficult to control. There were no special memories that made him long for the good old days because there were no good old days. All his recollections about life where he was born involved growing up poor, other kids always picking on him in school, and never having a single person he could call friend.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction








