Fantasy
Heart of Immortals | Chapter 1
It’s been four days since I received my mission from Amari, an elite warrior from the palace of wolves. I have to find out what happened to the Vampire Kingdom more than two decades ago during the first war of Gods and Demons. In particular, they want me to unravel the mystery behind the sudden disappearance of Chaos, the Vampire King, during this period.
By R. Michaels4 years ago in Fiction
The Thief
It is a curious thing that we do when we glorify certain individuals, who do not work within the rules of polite society and would ordinarily be met with disdain, merely because they have a distinct character, or are noteworthy for their expert skill-set.
By Shane Dobbie4 years ago in Fiction
On the streets of... #7
We went back to the precinct and put Mr Davis into one of the interrogation rooms. As I said, it's a common cop trick to leave the perp sitting and thinking for a few hours. They will play out all the worst-case scenarios in their head and they will freak themselves out nicely. Well, some of them. Still worth a try.
By John H. Knight4 years ago in Fiction
Amy
Montgomery Smith was ready to die. He even knew how he would want to go. He wasn’t sure when; he could have waited until Sunday evening. Yes, he could do it then, after a weekend of getting ready, though there was not much to get ready for. Dying can’t be that complicated, he would probably succeed on the first try. But what if he somehow talks himself out of it during the weekend? Then he would just go to work on Monday, listening to Hank all day long, Hank, who decided he was Montgomery Smith’s friend even though Montgomery Smith had never given any implication that the feeling would be mutual. At lunchtime, which Montgomery Smith used to spend alone, Hank would be there, following him outside the factory, to his favourite bench in the courtyard, just under the tall tree.
By John H. Knight4 years ago in Fiction
The Capes of Planet Poloto continues..
Episode 3. Buddie's Grandpa looks at little Buddie and said, “ Okay! there it was, the Black Cape, The most powerful cape of all, The King kept this cape to himself because he did not want the black cape to get into the wrong hand. This Black cape had the power to make any alien wearing it transform into any creature and was able to teleport from place to place that the alien wearing it would desire. So as the King was explaining the ability of the capes; but not to let everyone know too much, especially the twins named, Flinitra and Misko, who were not present at the time, so they thought." Buddie looked at Grandpa Noyazi, with excitement on his face, wondering all about what Grandpa was going to say next, especially about the twins. " Okay grandpa, okay grandpa, tell me more about Flinitra and Misko, who are they, come on! are they going to steal the Black Cape? Grandpa said with a alien-sounding voice, " Hush boy, we'll get to them, now who's telling the story? me or you? " Buddie look at Granpa with a smirk on his little alien face and didn't say a word. So then Grandpa continued with the story. "So King Lovayi was making plans with the other aliens' council members, who he apparently trusted. Just as the King was speaking, Flinitra and Misko, were hiding in a secret chamber right below the King's quarters where they can listen to everything the King and his members were saying about the Capes. But not only was the King talking about the whereabouts of the Black Cape he also mentioned the other 4 Capes that were hidden away in other parts of the planet." Grandpa looked at Buddie and smiled and said, " Don't you want to go out and play with your friends?" Buddie then looked back and said," Finish the story, Grandpa please" with a big smile on his face. Grandpa looked and just shook his head and laughed and said, " Let's continue this story later, plus, didn't you tell your friend Mosha you were going to meet up with her this afternoon at the park?" Buddie suddenly jumped up and said," Oh yeah, I almost forgot, I better get ready and let mom know that I'm leaving to see Mosha, thanks, Grandpa. You'll tell me the rest of the story tonight after dinner, right? Grandpa looked back at Buddie and said " Of course, now go outside and have some fun, I'll see you back here for dinner." ” Buddie quickly jump up and ran straight passed the kitchen and looked at his mom and said, “bye mom, ill be back for dinner, love you.” His mom then looked at him and smiled. Buddie’s mom’s name was Katra Noyazi, and she was a single parent of only one child, Buddie Noyazi. Katra took care of her son and her Dad Grandpa Noyazi. Katra went into their living room and looked at her dad and said, “ I heard you tell telling those silly stories to Buddie, and you know how he gets.” Grandpa then responded back. “ I know, I know, just having fun with the poor lad, especially after the disappearing of his dad” you and he have been through a lot, and I'm just trying to cheer him up.” Katra then looked back at her father and smiled. Katra then walked back to her bedroom, and began to weep, looking at the photos of her missing husband and her son, speaking to herself, while tears dropped from her eyes saying “ Where are you, Jhaja, your son and I need you back.” To be continued.....
By Anthony Leclair4 years ago in Fiction
Kraina
Kraina We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. We had been in the car for at least six hours and time couldn't go more slowly. I used the car window as entertainment and couldn't help but start to feel sleepy as the road twisted and turned, and the sky swirled around little drops of cotton balls. It was as if the snow was collecting to make a soft pillow for my head to rest on. I yawned and for the 100th time, I asked my parents “are we there yet”?, and before I could hear my mother’s response, my eyes started to drift, and then, finally, they shut.
By Sarina teeter4 years ago in Fiction
The Bargain. Runner-Up in Weekend Getaway Challenge.
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. That’s how Bryce described it. Cozy. I leaned toward the windshield, peering past the frantically swiping wipers. Why were they on? It hadn’t snowed for two hours. I glanced over, but he ignored me, beaming at the snow-dusted gravel path, engrossed in his news podcast. Apparently, beef futures were soaring.
By Mekayla Brooks4 years ago in Fiction
