Series
The Night of the Storm
After I got water and supplies, I called everyone on my contact list to make sure they were somewhere safe. Denise was alright in her apartment by herself. Roshelle and her husband William were stocked and ready to brave the storm in their house. Patricia and her lover Deborah were evacuated from the mobile home park and decided to stay at a hotel. Maxine took her dog and a small bag to her boyfriend Freddie's apartment which was in Plant City, much further away from the water like her little condo on the beach. Lillian and her boyfriend Jonah were stocked and ready just like Roshelle, staying at their house. It was only Helen who wasn't sure where to go. Her tiny mobile home was in danger and she had also been told to evacuate. I told her she could stay with me and since she didn't want to stay at a hotel all alone, she agreed.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Fiction
Johnny Bravo: Lost in Space
Johnny Bravo, the narcissistic ladies' man with a heart of gold, found himself in a predicament that would make even the bravest astronauts tremble. It all started with a simple desire: to impress his neighbor, Suzy Carmichael, with a grand gesture. Inspired by the latest blockbuster space movie, Johnny decided that nothing less than a trip to the moon would suffice.
By Kelly Munala Brookes2 years ago in Fiction
Riverdale: A Town of Secrets and Scandals
Riverdale, a seemingly idyllic small town nestled in the heart of America, hides a sinister underbelly. Beneath its charming facade lies a world of secrets, scandals, and a dark conspiracy that threatens to unravel the lives of its residents.
By Kelly Munala Brookes2 years ago in Fiction
The Mind Machine
***Note: this is an excerpt from a book I wrote, Return to Space. I maintain all rights to this material.*** Back at The Canary Dido, Princess Annalise stepped out to speak to the people. She paused long enough for the prison transport to leave and her guards to return to her side before speaking. “Niemand is unwell and has asked to go to the mind machine. He believes that Cindy is not actually dead, even though it is pretty obvious that my sister’s body is on the stretcher. Out of respect for Niemand, I hereby order that every test gets run on Cindy’s body to verify that it is her; so that he will, hopefully, come home to us soon.”
By Adora Hooper2 years ago in Fiction
Going crazy...
***Note: this is an excerpt from my book, Return to Space, and I retain all rights to this material*** David woke up on the cold floor with the smell of smoke burning his nostrils. As he found the source of the fire, he freaked out hard core. Cindy was sitting on the bunk bed, humming a song he had never heard before, while she tossed a burning ball of fire from one hand to her other hand and back again. “Oh good, you are up. Good morning!” Her soft voice still maintained the tune as she spoke and her smile made shivers run up and down David’s back.
By Adora Hooper2 years ago in Fiction
Catching Up on the Phone
I was sitting in my living room on a Saturday morning (a few days after the birthday party) trying to enjoy the a/c pumping the cold air. Florida is a very hot place to live. I was born here, but the older I get, the hotter it feels and even though Fig's uncle Georgio tells me that the cold weather way up north is no better on the old bones, sometimes I just go into hybernation mode. Yeah, I'd say that I hybernate from the beginning of April to the end of September. I go out a little more in October and March, and I only really enjoy the outdoors in Florida in the months of December, January, and February. That's the only winter we get. During those three months of our Florida winter, I'm the happiest. Besides that I just stay indoors and thank the lord that I have air conditioning. According to Georgio, it's the opposite up north. There they hybernate for the winter months starting in November and they don't come out of their caves until around April. Still, it seems a bit more balanced. Six months in, six months out, seems a lot better than 9 months in and 3 months out.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Fiction
Test to Use
"I'm gonna need to see your drug qualification card if you are gonna buy those kid." said the heavyset, very tired looking clerk behind the counter as Sam approached the checkout. "Of course my man." Sam replied, grinning ear to ear, as he quickly reached into his back pocket and pulled out his overstuffed brown wallet. He slid the card out from its slot in the wallet and handed it over proudly to the clerk. "A1 rating brother. They don't get any higher than that." The clerk looked at the card skeptically, then raised both eyebrows and whistled out loud as he said, "Damn kid. You aren't lying. What'd you do, cheat or something? Highest score I ever saw in here was a B0 and I only saw that one time. Most people comin in here are lucky to see a C2 max or have flat out failed. I'd say at least half have failed three times and are now banned for life from ever using drugs again. Well, the good kind of drugs anyways." Sam wasn't surprised. The store wasn't in the greatest neighborhood and the clientele were not exactly the most mentally stable around. He was however more than a little offended at the accusation of cheating and looked at the clerk incredulously as he answered. "Hell no, I didn't cheat. You know as well as anyone the modern computers running the testing program can't be fooled. At least no one yet has figured out how to, so they say. And the accuracy of their psychological classifications has been proven in experiment after experiment. If they say I am an A1, then I am an A1. No doubt at all about that." The clerk was a bit confused "Modern computers? You mean them AI?" "Yeah, man. Most people call 'em AI but I never will. Not until one of them proves to me personally that it is actually intelligent. And so far, none I have challenged have been able to beat my test and prove they are to my satisfaction. So I call 'em modern computers."
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
A Curse to Break; Chapter 8
The next few days pass without any excitement. I sit silently in the back of the covered wagon as we move during the day and at night, the leader now forces me to sit out by the campfire until I'm yawning. I still don't know where they're taking me. I can't muster up the courage to ask where I'm being taken; not that they were likely to give me an answer anyway. My dread grows with each passing day. I can't help but wonder if I am actually being taken anywhere. They could be taking me in circles for all I knew. Either way, the dread continues to grow. Why me? If this 'captain' had done his research, he'd know I was a useless captive. My family wouldn't pay much for me.
By Katarzyna Crevan2 years ago in Fiction
