Fantasy
Natural Magic Chapter 13
Read Chapter 12 Here Listen to this Chapter Here As the third child in the family to be accepted to Faraday, Tilli had been bombarded with advice even before she submitted her application. Cadolina swore freshmen should make friends with upperclassmen as soon as possible, her father reminded her not to let her anger take control of her. Her mother suggested she speak up about her innovative ideas, and Sam told her that as long as she was true to herself, she would find her place in no time. At the end of the first week, Tilli couldn't say she had found her place, but she supposed she had found a place. Her group had been thrown together by circumstance, but they made for better dinner conversation than Sam and Caddie, who spent a lot of time trying to figure out which box she belonged in.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
The Visit
Heavy drops of rain struck the windows of the black Mercedes. The tiny, wet, pellets hit with such force that the passenger was nearly certain that some malevolent force trying to smash through the glass. The driver paid it no heed. He just carefully steered his way through the dilapidated trail. He had made the trip many times before, it’s possible he could have made the trip on autopilot. Not that he ever would. No there was no force on earth that could force the driver to take his eyes from this road, not for any longer than the time it took to blink.
By Rupert Rowlingson 4 years ago in Fiction
SOUND
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. So how did we all just hear one? The Mint was deep in Fannian Space, cloaked and slowly approaching the third moon of Yoka. Somewhere out there, something big, screamed so loud that we all heard it … here … from within the ship.
By Craig Rose4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner
Lu Mingfei hung his head down and looked at the ground, only to feel that there were unreadable gazes from all sides. Although the janitors did not know what they had done wrong, they probably understood what he meant and stood side by side behind him, bowing their heads together and accepting their aunt's angry scolding together.
By Lisa J Thibodeaux4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner
The strong man with the impact drill came out of the toilet, his military boots leaving clear footprints on the solid wood floor that his aunt had carefully polished. He walked up to Lu Mingfei, took off the large cigar at the corner of his mouth, his RoboCop-like square face showed an "I am a pure man" smile, and extended his hand, "Hello, Commissioner Lu! According to the arrangement of your deputy Chu Zhang, the toilet seat has been installed, please check!" He reached toward the toilet, "Quality assurance! Repairing this aspect, we are very professional!"
By Lisa J Thibodeaux4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner
In this life, he was afraid of his aunt, in front of the Dragon King Norton he was not so weak. The Dragon King is nothing compared to my aunt! Even if the "spirit of speech - candle dragon" released, the big deal is to hold a nuclear bomb was blown to dust, anyway, he is not Caesar, no million of money and beautiful girlfriend to let him love this world. But the aunt is different, penetrating the brain magic sound a wave more than a wave high, middle-aged fat face plate full of "mourning your misfortune hate you do not compete" expression, called people worse than death.
By Lisa J Thibodeaux4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner
The aunt simply called Professor Guderian directly. Guderian told her directly that there was no chance, "Although it is true that your son's grades are better than Ming Fei's, you must understand, Madam, that Ming Fei is a genius! Do you understand genius? Genius is the kind of irreplaceable and exceptional person who is born among us by chance and serendipity! Edison said that genius is 99% sweat and 1% inspiration ......"
By Lisa J Thibodeaux4 years ago in Fiction
Awakened by a Raindrop
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say, but I am here to let you in—on an entirely different story, embedded from an old, and ancient—secret that only a small number of people, in the history of humanity, has ever known. I am here to tell you; that you are in for a very long ride. Who am I is not something that I can simply bring out to light in an instant? From where I am, you probably would not be able to hear me scream, not because of gravity, or that I am way too far from you. No, it has never been a matter of however vast, the emptiness of spaces crashing between us, but more to do with everything—funneled through time.
By Wilbert Dela Cruz4 years ago in Fiction


