Fantasy
~*I'll Be There~*
James Mazzara Robert Piest Dark brown eyes scanned the words of the page within the mystery novel that he was keeping himself occupied with, however, actually, he just couldn't bring himself to concentrate at all for it had been at least 15 minutes that he had spent on reading the one paragraph over and over once more. Finally sighing in defeat, thus putting the bookmark in, he soon closed the object as he walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water to help calm his nerves. It had been over an hour and a half since Robert was last seen as he could remember from earlier that the angelic teenager told him that he had met some guys over at the Community Center whom he became quickly acquainted with and that they were going to hang out with one another for a while.
By Savanah Autman5 years ago in Fiction
The Lion's Hunt: Part 5
Click Here for Part IV or Click Here to Start From the Beginning. PART V Still covered in much of the innards of Commander Heiyan’Khul, Commander Vyuum stepped forward expecting to greet the Arms team’s commander. Etom' also wanted to express frustration at their lack of foresight but realised that Commander Laal’Fysun was not among them. The heads of every member of the Arms team dropped at the mention of their leader's name, and they gathered to explain the reason for their Commander’s absence. It was a brief story of jammed platform controls, an amassing contingent of enemy soldiers, and an audacious bluff from their commander that had saved the squad's lives.
By David Riley 5 years ago in Fiction
The Vetita Chronicles
A soft sigh of satisfaction escaped Ava’s lips as she fell onto the loveseat that was righted as soon as they re-entered the parlor. The soft chenille fabric and memory foam cradled her as she laid across the cushions. Thankfully, the torn fabric was easy to repair once the padding and stuffing were placed back into it. The sewing did not take as much time as cleaning the floor. Which, after picking up the large pieces of plaster, ceramic, broken picture frames, discarded papers, and mysterious baubles and keys, they swept through the room three times to ensure they swept up all the glass and plaster bits, then ran over the finished hardwood floor with multiple swifter pads, for extra security. Nothing was worse than getting a glass sliver in your foot you could feel, but not see. It took them a good portion of the night to pick up the room and by the time Ava settled into comfort, the hallway clock chimed ten p.m.
By T. Linnell5 years ago in Fiction
Lilac Scented Dreams (5)
The sun is shining and the sky is clear, sitting outside on a blanket enjoying the weather in my yard. Noah was sitting next to me enjoying the weather as well. Taking a bite of my turkey and cheese sandwich, I turn to Noah and say “Thank you for being a good friend to me, I haven’t really had someone to talk to in a while. It also helps that you live near me.” Giggling a nervous giggle due to my awkwardness. He puts his head on my shoulder and cracks a smile. After a short pause of silence, I look at my sandwich and I ask “How come you never eat?” Curious, as I have never seen him eat at work or out of work.
By Kristina Brule5 years ago in Fiction
Mr. Paisel's Gift
The man sat on the edge of his bed as he stared down at him. Almost near the young man's head. And he was completely unable to move or speak. His heart pounded in his chest as the man sat near him. A tiny smile coming to his features as he stared at Shiloh. Carefully climbing over the frozen young man on the bed. Tilting his head to the side as he stared into his eyes. In a low voice, he said,"Hello my darling little one."
By Raphael Fontenelle5 years ago in Fiction
Where Love Begins
I have known Matt for more than 10 years. We met and showed young people at school and it turned out that they were fast friends. After our graduation, we were lucky enough to find some kind of work in one organization, and our relationship was very supportive.
By Jams Ardin5 years ago in Fiction
Dragons: More Species
In my last document, “Dragons: Common Species”, I listed the three most common dragon species (water, forest, and fire). I have since then decided that knowing three types of dragons is not enough. One should endeavor to learn as much as they can about such creatures, in case you happen to run into one of them. So I have collected more of my (very scattered) notes, and written this to help you know what to do if you run into a mother dark dragon and her younglings.
By Just Your Ordinary Bookworm5 years ago in Fiction
Into the Abyss.
I walk over to where the bed is and lay myself upon it. “Why is he doing this to me?” I weep. I mean, I know why. To prevent me from moving on. But how can he do this to me? A lady nurse enters the room. I instantly jump from the bed and once again plead with her, “Please, I have children who are relying on me. I was not going to run. Ask the other nurse from the Emergency Department, please?” The nurse motions for me sit back down onto the bed and says, “Its ok. Try to calm down, ok? I’ve got some medication here to help you relax, sweetheart.” She says, holding up the little plastic container with the lorazepam tablets inside. I take a deep breath in and retrieve the container from her. I cannot stop crying. I am completely broken. However, I intuit that if I do not surrender to the situation then I am going to make that of my time here harder than it needs to be. Reading the psychiatrist’s notes, the nurse then queries me, “So, whom is this Zabian Ryder?” I am resistant in trying to articulate that of an explanation and simply reply, “He was my lecturer.” Attempting to form that of a conversation with me she then asks, “What were you studying?” Once again, I am extremely reluctant on how much information I should be disclosing and I look away. “Shaniquah,” the nurse says, “If you can help us to understand the situation you are going to get out of here a lot quicker.” I turn my head back toward her, then allow my face to fall to that of my chest. “It was a Transpersonal Counselling course.” The nurse continues her enquiry. “Has there been contact with him outside of the school?” I cannot do this. I look away again, enforcing that of my right to stay silent. “Shaniquah?” She says my name again, asking me to try to answer her question. “Look,” I say to her, “It really does not matter, ok. I just want to get out of here and what he has just done to me has shown me exactly what…” I stop mid-sentence, realising that which is about to come out of my mouth. Turning my head away from her again before looking back at her, I attempt to alter that of the conversation and ask, “Am I allowed to call my kids?” The nurse looks at me with inquisition. “Yes. You will be able to at some stage. Or I can ring somebody on your behalf if you like, but Shaniquah,” She then reaches her hand to my ankle and gently rests it there, “If there has been a misconduct of some description, you are safe to tell me?” Once again, my protective instinct of him takes that of the reigns to my position and despite where I am in this moment, I refuse to disclose anything else. Not only this, but I am well aware of how anything in which I say to ultimately explain that of my position in the situation, will inevitably sound. And so, I simply choose to ignore her. Unlike him, hurting him is not on my agenda. I just want this to all be over. Knowing that she is not going to get any further with me, the nurse pats my ankle and says, “Try to get some rest, ok?” I nod my head and lay back down. After a little while, the medication begins to do its job and I allow myself to cry myself to sleep.
By Lauren Davey5 years ago in Fiction
Into the Abyss.
My third-eye, tingles, bringing with the sensation an expanded sense of awareness to that of my immediate environment. My surroundings, suddenly become clearer, like when the ripples settle upon a body of water and the contents beneath are revealed to that of the naked eye. The air, settles into an eruption of stillness, as though the entirety of the world has become solidified within the abyss of complete silence. My ears, sharpen to the voice of the person of whom in which is speaking, enhancing the channelling of my expanded awareness into that which they are saying. It is as though I can hear that of two conversations being had at once. One, to which the speaker is aware and the other to which, they are not.
By Lauren Davey5 years ago in Fiction
Into the Abyss.
As I sit on the floor in the middle of my loungeroom, I am completely numb to that which I am about to do. My emotional body is spent. My mental body is fragmented and my soul, longs only for peace. It yearns for its freedom. The exhaustion of this roller-coaster has finally taken its toll on my being and I can no longer, find the strength to go on with this life as it is. I am powerless to change it and without the right support to reach for, I can perceive no other alternative.
By Lauren Davey5 years ago in Fiction
El Clima Y Tus Ojos
Era gris, el cielo estaba sombrío y en la ciudad, Celeste esperaba un día productivo en la oficina, al entrar, notó la diferencia de la población dentro del edificio. Cuando llegó a la sala de conferencias, le dijeron a Celeste que saliera de la ciudad y regresara a casa. Aunque no tenía ni idea de lo que estaba pasando, lo que era normal parecía estar muy lejos de estar presente, y poco sabía que el clima iba a cambiar la tarde. Así que se dirigió a su casa, que era en el campo o eso es lo que imaginaba, la ruta que siempre teme tomar era necesaria durante su viaje. Tomen la iniciativa para llegar a su casa, tuvo que pasar por un bosque que tenía árboles de hasta 200 pies de altura y el camino estaba constantemente aislado, si uno tiene la suerte, no tiene que enfrentarse a los troncos caídos. . pero al pasar por el camino solitario, vio que algo se acercaba. Algo que la obligó a salir de su auto, puedes adivinar qué fue? Un tronco pesado cubria todo el camino y no le dio otra opción que volverse hacia su teléfono para ver si podía hacer una llamada, pero cuando eso falló, el clima comenzó a verse muy, muy fuerte, se estaba volviendo muy oscuro, muy gris, con mucha niebla. Pasaba el tiempo, y su esperanza se estaba yendo, estaba claro para ella que se trataba de una situación grave, pero aún así, pensó que esperaría para ver si de alguna manera un automóvil se abría paso por la carretera, pero pasaron las horas, la carretera estaba vacía y no había nadie a la vista. Eran más de las cinco y sabía que estaría en peligro si no intentaba caminar a casa, así que eso es lo que decidió hacer.
By Jimena Favela5 years ago in Fiction
