Series
A Past Life
A chill rushed through me as I rubbed my crossed and bruised arms in the rain. My torn clothes didn’t help ease the chill of the rain Tears mingled with the rain on my face. I glanced back at the dilapidated brick apartment building. I clutched the locket around my neck wishing for some kind of comfort or release. My father stormed out of our door on the second floor. My heart raced as I looked out to dark open road in front of me. His stomping rang through the parking lot. I bolted into the darkness.
By Ariel Curry4 years ago in Fiction
Isolation
I walked out of that courtroom scared to death. I had just finished testifying against my father and the gang he was a part of. I was 2 weeks shy of my sixteenth birthday with no idea where I was headed. Two people who were part of my bodyguard unit quickly ushered me into the back seat of a black car with tinted windows.
By Lillibeth Rayanne4 years ago in Fiction
Tales of London #16
Jenna only had flashes of what came next. There was a huge bonfire amongst the tombstones and a smell so bad that she escaped back into unconsciousness. She woke up to being cold. She heard Robert’s voice, and a different one answered, not quite as that deep and calming. Then she saw Marcus' tense face. The next flash was sitting on a car's back seat, Robert's storm-coloured coat wrapped around her, and it was nice because the coat smelled like him. Then a dark staircase she climbed with help, or perhaps, was carried upon.
By John H. Knight4 years ago in Fiction
Kaya
(2052 Egypt) Like a whip-kissed fresh-made scar that traced her course for months, the word “concentration” came to brand my face El Zorro-style. It is safe to say it was karmic, followed closely after my body felt the concrete upon impact in her absence. To solve for why I lost her grip I had to rewind past the moment I began to drool on Kaya’s back.
By Gonzalo Otaola4 years ago in Fiction
Fable 4: The Rabbit and the Rhino
A/N: Hello Dear Reader, I have decided to write 10 fables (some modern and some traditional) inspired by the great Aesop! This is the fourth installment, and is a little longer than normal, I decided to add a secondary storyline to it! Enjoy! Please Like Comment and Subscribe! -TWW
By ThatWriterWoman4 years ago in Fiction
Meet the Heroes of this Galaxy
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far, far away, there was a powerful and benevolent goddess known as Galaxy Goddess Ganache. She was a master of working with universal energy, endowed with the ability to see and read auras, and had the ability to travel through time and space. Her vibrational frequency was so high that people in this dimension could barely see her. Only beings who understand vibrational frequencies, usually from other dimensions and other places in the galaxy, could see her well. Goddess Ganache was able to be present in multiple locations at the same time, and visited many worlds all over this galaxy and dimension as well as many others.
By Priestess Ganesa4 years ago in Fiction
The Hunt for Captain Kidd's Lost Treasure.
It was a crisp autumn morning and Sarah was walking along the shoreline of a small island near the coast of Madagascar. She was an archaeologist and she had come to the island to study its history and uncover any hidden treasures that might be buried beneath the sand.
By CreatorSpaceKit4 years ago in Fiction
I am Alive; Prologue.
Hello Everyone! As mentioned in my profile I am writing a book, "A Court of Forsaken Virtues"; This is the prologue to the book. Now I know a free-style poem isn't your usual opening to a book. But I wanted to capture the perspective of-- Kaizen, High Lord of the Royal Wind Court of Circiann! I know I like a little insight to the story before I start, only to find out what I thought was completely different. So, my darling readers, I hope you enjoy this, I did work quite hard. As always, have fun and dream big!
By Lindsey McNair4 years ago in Fiction
Serving Madame Dollarangelle and The Cockroach Prophet at Lunch
Chapter I: Arranging the Meeting Giving a zippy scratch of my nails on the rattan screen between her boudoir and the walk-in closet where I conduct business, I clear my throat and announce my purpose in interrupting her slumber:
By P. M. Starr4 years ago in Fiction
The woman in the darkest road
Once upon a time, there was a woman named Sarah who was driving home from a long day at work. She was exhausted and just wanted to get home to her family. As she was driving down the highway, she started to feel drowsy and couldn't keep her eyes open. She knew she needed to pull over and take a break, but before she could, she dozed off at the wheel.
By Emmanuel Andrew4 years ago in Fiction
