Series
8th Ticket. Tom
I continued shuffling through the letters we sent each other looking for the beginning, middle and end of our relationship. All this correspondence held a vast array of emotions. One minute I’m laughing five minutes later I’m crying. It was exhausting and after 24 hours of reading I wanted nothing more than to fall back into bed and sleep. Why was I torturing myself with this stuff, why was I holding on?
By David Parham2 years ago in Fiction
Fate's Left Hook
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Golden fire would only mark the start and end of long days. No one squinted a wary eye into the summer sun. Jewels and other shimmering metals were an act of boldness, not a pledge of loyalty. Graves remained closed and steel was only in a good sword. But most importantly, there were no drakes that could chase Arcaster of the Seven through the jungle at this ungodly hour.
By Austin John Gruver2 years ago in Fiction
The Diary of Mishelle Gold
Good Morning Diary, It’s been another busy few days. I've sold only the one house in Florida — $3 million to a lovely couple, she’s pregnant with twins and he’s just started a very nice job with nice pay — good luck to them both! Jack has settled on being the Headmaster of his school but said he won’t be touring anymore, having too much to learn and do on his father’s estate (which he’s already started, reading through the “Inventory”). Mum is so excited about us moving into the “Big House”, she can hardly contain herself. She said she’s going to give up her dancing and come and help me (which I will appreciate, especially at the start), but whether she can live with us there — I’m not sure. Jack says to ask his father.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Fiction
Thank You For Today
Dying was not pleasant. If you were lucky, you wouldn't remember the sensation of dying or the weird terrifying visions that come during limbo before one would wake up. Most were not that lucky, however. The memories would haunt them both in dreams and consciousness. Following them for as long as they lived until their luck ran out, and they had their final death. For in this world if you had good fortune, you had multiple shots at life. There was a force in the world that would heal a person at death’s doorstep, and they be at peak health being able to continue on with their day as if it never happened. Nobody knew for sure how many they had, a guess at best, but there was always a hope for another shot. The nightmares were always a constant, it was a question of whether one would remember it or not.
By Jackie Mallery2 years ago in Fiction
Desert of time
Ashton and Kossar rode silently toward Sandvale city. The road to Sandvale was bumpier than usual, mainly because Kossar has been putting off getting new wheels. Even with Ashton telling him repeatedly to get it done. It was a little game Kossar liked to play with Ashton, to see how far he could test Ashton's patience; Ashton was not fond of that game.
By Michael Bryan2 years ago in Fiction
Vitraleous: Shattered
It had been 2 years since his father died, and every day was a new lesson and an old story. He learned the history of Vitraleous and the age of Unity and Magic, the one great age before the war of the 4 points. He learned of hunting beasts and tracking migrations. He learned to make the woods and surrounding maintains part of his everyday life. His favorite subjects, however, were always the arts, the way to use the refined mind's eye to reflect an image or expression. Whether it be paints on canvas or movement of the body; he found both beautiful in their own way. But his toughest and most rigorous training was that of combat, that which his mother excelled at and the older he became the more arduous the trainings became.
By Eric Colon2 years ago in Fiction
Tale 6: A Night by the Forest
A Night by the Forest “Come on then, lassie, tell me once again… Something came after you, but you don’t know what?” If Senka were able to see, she woudnt not have missed, even with her inexperienced eyes, the mocking expression in the eyes of her questioner. The enormous man raised up his waterskin, and gulped from it an amount that only he could call a sip. Then he smoothed out the two long sides of his mustache before addressing Senka again: “Talk, poor lassie, talk! Come on, string me along once again!”
By Nikola Stefan2 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Throne Chronicles
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Until now. The world is known as “Sakeros” from the ancient scholars of Ur. A world fertile with magic and rife with civil wars tearing at the very soul of the populace. The city of Xorax is suffering from these wars and the populace has dwindled along with their morale. In the eyes of a local Xoraxian, hope is but a fleeting dream. One that they may never awake from. The grip of fear and despair was tightening around the city like a morning fog.
By Mark Hamilton2 years ago in Fiction
The Valley Of Novem- Part 2
Ambrogio and Laco spent the entire day fashioning a nest for themselves in Novem. Ambrogio builds his out of wooden panels. He called it a house. It looked silly to Laco. He has never seen a nest with four walls and a roof before, but if his friend liked it, then so be it. Laco preferred the cave in the nearby mountain where the waters began. It was overlooking Novem, which made Ambrogio feel safe. Laco watched as Ambrogio cover the entranceway with a special panel called a door.
By M.L. Lewis2 years ago in Fiction