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The Traitorous Twin
Deviaun strode through the hallway of the Order in her hand she held a simple leather-bound book with Latin words illegibly written across the top. The Sanguine Queen had a look of sure devious delight playing upon her features. What had she just done? Would the spell be her very undoing? With every step she took down the darkened corridor the echo of her boot-heels reverberated off the damp walls. A flicker of torchlight was all the illumination within the hall. Finally with a pause she twisted her head to the left, and lifting the book quickly she slammed it hard upon the bricks. The resounding smack brought a decadent smile to her lips. They twisted upward like a knife splitting meat to capture the apples of her cheeks. Such a wicked grin only gave more sinister meaning to what she had done, and finally the utterance of the witch’s voice fled free of her decadent pout,
By Sai Marie Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Apartment Complex. V+ Fiction Award Winner.
Mom was not happy about the move. I promised her she wouldn’t have to pack or carry a thing. She didn’t. I slung her suitcase-sized brown purse over my right shoulder and was struggling to balance two cardboard boxes of cheap glassware in the elevator when we ran into Rachel from 17C. I made introductions between floors.
By Vivian R McInerny5 years ago in Fiction
The Untold Story Of The Pear Tree
At her mother’s childhood home, which was still owned by her grandfather Charlie, there was a single pear tree standing. If you were in the kitchen all you had to do was look out the window and there it was. In the winter time, when it was covered by snow it was so beautiful. Just the right amount of white covered the pear tree to make it look just magical.
By amanda j mollett5 years ago in Fiction
Rescue From the Fire
When I was eight years old, I rescued my baby sister from a burning house. The house belonged to my Aunt Jeannie and Uncle Rob. Neither of them made it. After, we discovered Uncle Rob had spilled his cheap whiskey all over the bed and passed out with a lit cigarette.
By Sarah Paris5 years ago in Fiction
Esther
Maldito sea, she cursed mentally. She’d been doing this for weeks now without fully realizing that she was doing it—cursing her husband, her life, this city. If only she were home, a place where she could turn to friends, to family. Two years in New Domangue, with a major hurricane slashing into those years like a scythe into cotton sheets on a clothesline, had not been enough time to make friends. Not that Esther would have made the effort in that time, even if there was no hurricane. She was naturally reserved and quiet. She rarely spoke up to her husband, even to defend herself in an argument.
By Lucas Díaz-Medina5 years ago in Fiction
Summoning Love
Mr. Jones heard his wife begin to sing among the other kitchen noises through the door. His stockinged feet rested on the ottoman before the small fire in the living room. It seemed to Mr. Jones that he and his wife had lived a contented life thus far. However, as of late, Mrs. Jones seemed to be walking through her days in a mist of quiet sadness. The universe had not seen to bless them with children in their thirty-two years of marriage, but Mrs. Jones had not once said a word on the subject.
By Amos Landon 5 years ago in Fiction
Can You Hear Me Father?
“Dad, I’m so excited for you to see my performance next month.” She held her new costume up in front of her face. It was coral in color, longer in the back and short in the front. Her father let her get it custom made and they were driving back from the seamstress. “It’s my first time having a lead solo for competition.” She sighed. “Thanks Dad for buying this for me.” Before he could reply a car crossed over the double lines going the wrong way and got in front of a semi- truck. The truck swerved to miss him and caused their car to run off the road, into a ravine. They slammed into a tree.
By Emily Beck5 years ago in Fiction
