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Viking's Funeral
That damned asshole caw bird is screaming again as I gingerly step into the shifting sand. Cicadas buzz, uncaring as well. The rocks of the lake bed are slippery, so I test my weight with each step. The water’s warmer than I expected. Because the morning mountain air is cool, I expect the water to be freezing. It isn’t. It feels good.
Michelle BlackerbyPublished 3 years ago in FictionCrossing the Abyss
I had said that I would cross the abyss itself for a slice of comfort, but this... was ridiculous. First off, when I said that, I had been considering the abyss something figurative. Casual shorthand for 'the ultimate terror.' Something that haunted people's dreams and imaginations. Kind of like speaking of the coming of Ragnarokk, in fact--which was another thing proving to be real.
Theis OrionPublished 3 years ago in FictionCommand & Conquer History - Part 2
[First, allow me of course to say that I do not own Command & Conquer. Second, anyone that knows the regular C&C timeline will eventually see that this does not follow the canon timeline of any individual universe. This is my attempt to tie the various games into one consolidated universe, while also incorporating more historical events that may not have been altered due to the shifting nature of the timeline.]
Bastian FalkenrathPublished 3 years ago in FictionCommand & Conquer History - Part 1
[First, allow me of course to say that I do not own Command & Conquer. Second, anyone that knows the regular C&C timeline will eventually see that this does not follow the canon timeline of any individual universe. This is my attempt to tie the various games into one consolidated universe, while also incorporating more historical events that may not have been altered due to the shifting nature of the timeline.]
Bastian FalkenrathPublished 3 years ago in FictionDeath by Chocolate?
My sister video-messaged me early in the morning with the big announcement, with that news, the best news imaginable, news way bigger than a divorce, or engagement, or pregnancy!
Lightning BoltPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Best Thing I Never Had
It was a beautiful day for a wedding. The sun was shining, it was a perfect 80 degree low humidity, light breeze in the air, not a cloud in the sky type of day. There was only one problem with it. It wasn't her's! Monise slumped down in the chair next to the bay window of the resort and continued to stare out thinking about the possibility of having her own special day, if/when her long-time boyfriend Ben ever got around to actually proposing. Every time the subject of marriage came up, Ben's consistent response for the past year of their relationship had been, "I love you, just like a fat kid loves chocolate cake!" Monise was a little chunky growing up and the thought of chocolate cake made her absolutely sick, so needless to say the whole analogy was lost on her.
T Gaither StuckeyPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Uninvited Guest
(Part two of a short story series, based on writing prompts... written while trying to learn to fight brain fog and perfectionism)
Ruth RamblesPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Diner
It was a couple hours past sunset, and only two streetlights pierced the darkness. One was almost out of sight, at the far end of the street. The other was in front of their destination: a seedy diner. The diner was the only other source of light. The neon red accents outlined the edges of the diner’s welcoming light pouring out of the windows and propped-open door.
Farah ThompsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionChocolate Cake
My hands were shaking as I walked up to the podium. Even after the hundreds of times I’d done it, from awards acceptances to guest lectures, speaking in public still made me nervous. I wanted so badly to do right by Ulli. She had always done right by me. I looked out at the mourners, dressed in bright colors (at her bequest) but with sad faces. Please don’t let me choke. I cleared my throat and began.
Kerry LovePublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Turtle and Bruce
Growing up in the rural town of Lampronshire was tough, but Milo was driven. Whether it was the image of his father with a bottle, fearing for his own future, or the seven younger siblings he looked after, something caused him to strive for more, to be better. Although they lived without running water or electricity, Milo found ways to learn beyond his 6th-grade education. The local library in the town center gave him access to a plethora of knowledge through books and the internet. That’s where he was headed now, to the town center, hoping to find some way into the city of Coltshire, further north. Milo had walked the dirt road into town many times to meet his siblings after school and pick up items from the general store. But, this time was different. He had a brand new motivation surging through him.
Jesse Terrance DanielsPublished 3 years ago in FictionInto the Groves
Nightfall came sooner than I anticipated. I still needed to spread her ashes and say my goodbyes to her, so I must stay another day in this town. I walked the quiet streets, heading back to my aunt’s old home. I looked to the sky, admiring the innumerable stars that decorated it. This view makes me hate this place a little less. With the amount of light pollution in the city I can only ever see the moon and maybe a few sparse specks of stars. But here, it’s like I can dive into a sea of stars and bathe myself in the glow of the moon. It’s almost intoxicating how beautiful it is. I brought my gaze back to the empty streets. Though it is only 9pm, every storefront is closed. That’s small town living for you. One store in particular catches my eye. Mama Blossom’s Bakery. I’d only ever been there once, long ago. A summer I can’t seem to get out of my head today.
Katie O'SheaPublished 3 years ago in FictionFighting for Absolution
Tilly kept her head turned away from the man in front of her. With the tattered, dirty clumps of her hair hanging around her face, she had a bit of a shield against the tantalizing smell of warm chocolate, but the mild stench of soiled hair could hardly block out the decadent aroma of freshly baked cake. It didn’t matter. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing how affected she was by this act. Mind games were never a thing she’d taken interest in, so she had no idea if her act of defiance would make a difference, but she still refused to broadcast how painfully hungry she was by staring at the cake being consumed dramatically by the Arbiter.
Caitlin JustinePublished 3 years ago in Fiction