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His Raven. Top Story - September 2024.
The first time she ran away, they shaved off her hair. Allie sat on the dirty floor, gripping her knees, and surrounded by the ruin of her long black tresses.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
My thoughts on SUPACELL (NETFLIX SERIES)
"Supacell: A Fresh Take on Superpowers, but Is It Worth Watching?" I went into "Supacell" not knowing what to expect. With so many superhero movies and shows already out there, I wondered if this one could bring anything new. But after watching it, I realized that Supacell isn’t your typical superhero show. It feels fresh, different, and, at times, even personal.
By Cornelius Araoye2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 46
Edwards silently leads me through the back alleys of the city, gradually taking me towards the outskirts. When we finally reach the main gate, Edwards takes me into the guard shack where Richard, Kiera, Artemis and Apollo are waiting for me, each with one hand cuffed to their chair.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Party
The day I met Emma started like any other, but then again, my days always start the same way: a repetitive cycle of mundanity marred by the occasional oddity. This time, however, the oddity was Emma herself. I remember vividly how she appeared in the café like a burst of sunlight through a thick, gray fog.
By Eladeo Mallett2 years ago in Fiction
Liam's Ascent
In a small, weather-beaten town nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, lived a boy named Liam. The town, with its cracked sidewalks and rusting fences, seemed to be perpetually shrouded in a haze of gray. The people there spoke in murmurs, their voices blending with the wind that whispered through the empty streets.
By Someone2 years ago in Fiction
Alpha, Romeo
"Please, you've got to help me. You've got to run." The stink of him was easier to tolerate on two legs. Human noses are weak. The sense was already fading. Scrunched in this awkward position, in the cramped dog crate for several hours, my only thought was getting free. "What... what happened to you?" he stammered. "No time to explain," I insisted, ignoring his abs, which, frankly, looked photoshopped on. "She'll be back any moment. We need to get out of here." The man hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He fumbled with the latch on the crate. I stumbled out, legs weak and stiff. I grabbed the man's arm for support, and pulled him towards the back door. We slipped out into the cool night air. I took a deep breath, and another. Glorious lungfuls of crisp, star-sprinkled freedom. We ran through the garden, grass damp under our bare feet. "Where are we going?" the man hissed. "Anywhere but here," I replied. "We need to find somewhere safe, somewhere she can't find us. Before she does it to you, too." I looked this way and that, glanced over my shoulder. I felt the urgency crackle off my skin and infect him. "Does what?" "The same thing she did to me..." I trailed off. How to explain without sounding insane? My mind raced. I couldn't go back to that life, no matter how much I loved her. Not after what had happened. I had to stay a Man. This was the only way to keep this resolve. Jealousy still burned in me, though. While I was crammed into a cage, this (alpha, Romeo, complete prat) was fucking my wife.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
251 Boots on the Ground
His boots trudged over grains of sand which began as boulders—monoliths of strength and bravado—each a memorial obelisk to some victory to come, envisioned by the ones who conscripted the marchers and fitted them into their boots. These memorials were meant to outlast the memories of soldiers and politicians, despots and leaders, wolves and sheep. Yet, memorials stand impermanently, worn down by the endless boots on the ground.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Flowers Died Today. Content Warning.
Part One The garden was beautiful that day - vivid, uplifting colors decorating the path to my parents' workshop. I always loved the intertwined scent of my mother's bouquets and my father's rustic furniture that would hit me even before I opened the doors.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Last Son of Ironhorn [ch.1]
The common hall of the inn was alive with jubilation as patrons danced around their tables to the beat of the drums. Marilda and her minstrel troupe sat on the dais in the corner of the hall, blending the drumming with the melodic tones of their horns, lutes, and the seamless lyrics of the woman’s honeyed voice. The musicians had only arrived the night before, and already greatly uplifted the otherwise dour mood of the Inn of the Hill Giant. Stranger danced arm in arm with stranger. Men and women who had only known each other in quiet passing held each other in laughter like old friends and new lovers, the tune melting away their woes and apprehensions.
By Marty Res2 years ago in Fiction
The Wolf Witch - Prologue
Becky walks into the small narrow alleyway. It is silent except for the wild, cold, gushing wind. The area was the back entrance of a beauty parlour that Freda regularly attends. Becky sees her standing in the cold, alone, smoking a cigarette.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Fiction
Inayat- The Light of Hope
The Light of Hope To be the muse or to be the one who beholds the musings, To laugh in adversities or to be the one who stands tall beyond the mockings.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Love: The Next Challenge (Part 6)
Maya and Aryan’s engagement was the beginning of a new chapter, but as they settled into life at The Haven, they quickly realized that their journey was far from over. The mansion, though peaceful now, still held secrets—secrets that began to reveal themselves as they prepared for their wedding and the future ahead.
By Akash Deep2 years ago in Fiction