Series

Maximum Area
Seeing life spark in Mat's tired eyes brought a grin on what should be my face. In a flash my body ascended into the vent where I originally came in through. Mat called out to me before I was out of earshot, "Are we done Z?" Dipping back into the room one last time I said, "For now".
By Lucy Torralba3 years ago in Fiction
Preparing for War
Tarron’s plan was honestly a good one. They discussed it with Councilor Belanor the next morning and instantly began to implement it. Councilor Belanor sent Ruith back to Malnora with the order to send out a selected number of elves across the Faye Expanse, including himself. Some of them were heading to seek help from elven towns, while the others went to recruit dwarves.
By Rebecca Patton3 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: Ratbone
TSL and Julisia reaped the benefits. One of the best ways they earned money included earning it from crypto engineers. All they had to do was go on social media sites and look for dating apps.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
One Expensive Cat
I aim to write these so that you can enjoy them as stand alone stories, or one after the other. If you'd like to do the latter (they're all very short):
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
To Live in Colour
I aim to write these so that you can enjoy them as stand alone stories, or one after the other. If you'd like to do the latter, this one follows on from Pissing on Fate.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: Contact the Police
“There’s two million dollars missing,” Julisia announced, her voice quivering. “Well, look under the mattress and get it,” TSL said.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
83 The Stars in Heaven
Dear Diary, Miss Terry, my therapist, told my Mommy that I’ll talk about it when I'm ready. Maybe I’m ready, Dear Diary. Mommy just yelled to see if I’m ready for bed. She makes me sleep with her, because my Daddy died. A man in jail got drunk and drove the wrong way. I never had a chance to say goodbye. My dad, I mean. I would never say goodbye to the drunk man in prison, because they wouldn’t let me in and I also hate him. I promised Miss Terry I'd try not to hate.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
On the Day of the Hunt (VII)
I aim to write these so that you can enjoy them as stand alone stories, or one after the other. If you'd like to do the latter (they're all very short):
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: Explore Other Options
As CEO of SafetyKidStuff, Julisia oversaw the weapons and where the money came from as well. TSL, as chairman, oversaw the votes. It seemed as if the board did everything in its power to be obstinate.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
82 Tail Wagging the Clown
"Would you like some candy, little girl? It's freeeeeeeeee!" Well versed in "stranger-danger," Macie was still caught off-guard by the one offering: a clown. An evil clown. The type of clown that makes the whole world ask, Who thought children would ever like clowns?
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Of Bone-crushing Hugs and Healing Purrs
I aim to write these so that you can enjoy them as stand alone stories, or one after the other. If you'd like to do the latter (they're all very short):
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
The Masters
A Terrifying Tremulous Trees story “They’re talking loudly, Twigly,” Charlie said while sitting on my top. “This should be interesting, Muata. Those Karate masters might fight each other,” Honon said from atop Mr. Murder Tree. Honon, Mr. Murder Trees friend, had connected to Mr. Murder tree almost 200 years ago. To keep his friend alive, Mr. Murder Tree put special soil made from a meteorite into Honons food, and now he can live as long as the trees. I gave Charlie the same soil, but Charlie is only in his late thirties.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction