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City of André
André Glory is laying on his hospital bed surrounded by friends and family as he nears the end of his life. Death is not far, but André does not fear. He knew this day was on its way because his health has been in rapid decline for over a decade. André was able to avoid the end because he is such a strong willed survivor who refuses to go down without a fight.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
Giant skull discovered
The massive skull of an ancient ocean beast has been found in the precipices of Dorset's Jurassic Coast in Britain. The skull, depicted by CNN as "surprisingly very much protected," has a place with a pliosaur, a marine reptile that resided around quite a while back. Pliosaurs lived in the World's seas when dinosaurs meandered the land.
By Shabeena Shaik3 years ago in Fiction
Identity Crisis - Pt 9
This is chapter 9 of a story that started for me with my entry into the vocal challenge for identity. The chapter spoke to me well enough that I continued. It is the story of the emotional drama and struggles surrounding a young man who at age 16 discovers he was adopted under some rather unusual circumstances. It is a story of pain, bonding, struggle and the challenges of coming to terms with discovering that your very core identity is a lie. Below are the links to parts 1 through 8. To get to parts 3 through 8 just change the end number of the link to the appropriate number.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
I Met My Childhood
Gather 'round, friends, for I've got a tale that feels straight out of a dream—a dream where I met my childhood itself. In this slumbering reverie, I found myself strolling down the lanes of a town that seemed plucked from the pages of a storybook. The sun painted the cobblestones with golden hues, and laughter danced in the air like a playful breeze.
By Zain Siddiqui3 years ago in Fiction
The Christmas Tree
I forgot just how big the stupid thing was - the old, faux tree stored away in my parents' garage. It took me forever to haul the damned thing from it's place in the loft, and even longer to prop it up into something that resembled a standing position. I'm sure if there'd been any onlookers they would've burst out laughing more than once as the plastic branches whacked me back and forth, refusing to come out of that beaten up old box.
By Taylor Rigsby3 years ago in Fiction
