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Shuttle to Mars
Part 2 of the Theia: the Lost Star series Coffee mug in hand, Kahlberg exited his stateroom and crossed the hallway to the elevators. The doors opened and three off-duty engineers stepped out.
The Old Barn
“Don’t touch that!” Yelled Danton. Eric gave him an incredulous look, “what do you mean don’t touch that?” “It’s not yours!”
Jade SilverPublished 3 years ago in FictionUndead Evolution: The Reaper's Bell
It's strange, isn't it — the way perception works? One day you see something as evil and another thing as good, and the next... How easily belief can change. It's not all bad, though. I mean, I once believed the dead stayed dead, buried until they were dug up or eroded away. But this is the next day. The day where life is redefined along with death.
ADAM OSBURNPublished 3 years ago in FictionEmpire, NV
Brad sat in the kitchen of an abandoned house, carefully balancing on a rickety wooden chair, twisting the tip of his mustache. He was reading a tattered Montgomery Wards Catalogue, feeling ten years old again, safe and uncomplicated. There was something oddly familiar about this place.
Jan PortugalPublished 3 years ago in FictionWhispers of the Blue Barn
I hated feeding the horses and doing the hay. By the end of the day, I was hot, sweaty and over all worn out. It was my grandfather, Charles, farm. I can’t imagine that he used to do this all by himself but we would help him whenever we were visiting for a weekend or summer.
H.C HarperPublished 3 years ago in FictionDynasty: A Batman Tale - Part 6
NOW Pruitt Tower had once been the tallest buildings in Gotham, though over time the city’s skyline continued to rise leaving the conical roofed building in the shadow of Gotham’s newer sky-scrappers. The building’s tenants were made up of five small commercial businesses housed on the first two floors. Four major law firms occupied three levels each and while floors 19 through 23 were vacant, ELCARO Securities filled the top three, but the only way to reach the twenty-fourth floor was by private elevator in which none of the people working in the building had ever seen used.
Jarad MannPublished 3 years ago in FictionJust Get There
In case you missed part 1, The Start, here it is. The sky had regained the haze that had lifted a few days ago. Jessa had traveled for four days now and found the journey thus far a little boring. She still hadn't seen another person, and the only animal she saw was a fox. She got a clear view of it as it ran away and remembered it from the books her dad had used to teach her. Each morning when she got up, he was the first thing that came to her mind. She felt colossal remorse and guilt for leaving him there, but she had no choice. Even though he was dead, the thought of him lying there, out in the woods, alone, brought her to tears. She thought of him and their homestead. She thought of the place she was going and if it would be everything her father had said it would be. He spent a year teaching her and prepping her to make this journey with him, and making this journey alone would test Jessa's will, strength, and bravery. She was confident she could do it.
J. Delaney-HowePublished 3 years ago in FictionBury My Heart
Twenty years ago, descriptions of the end of the world conjured imagery of crumbling buildings and streets littered with rubble. Among heaps of dust, one might occasionally find a sun-bleached human skull or long bone. The remaining global population, only a tiny fraction of what it once was, would primarily reside underground, only braving the surface to scavenge supplies. All of this was far from the truth, except for the loss of most of the world's population.
Darrell WinfreyPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Send Off
It took a half an hour to get to Lexie’s ranch just outside of town. Tony was happy as hell because he thought I would chicken shit out. I’m not going to lie about it. I really did think about not going. Even on the ride out I had some pretty serious reservations about the whole thing because I began to see a lot of cacti and mesquite bushes. It looked like a barren wasteland, and I had the distinct impression that maybe this was some kind of ambush and I was going to end up under one of those bushes, deader than an alley cat but smelling like a Saturday afternoon barbecue.
Monique AndersonPublished 3 years ago in FictionOnce Upon a Barn
Previously, in Part 2: Keys and Cake Part 3 A search through the hotel was my first order of business, but I never told you about it, did I, Diary Dear.
Paula ShabloPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Send Off
“Who the hell is that? Did you call the cops again?” Dotty yelled from the background, her voice rising to hysterical notes. “You better call the goddamn cops on yourself, you…you…triflin’ bitch!”
Monique AndersonPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Send Off
The psychotic bitch in line reminded me of Dotty, my older sister, and in order to make you understand what a sheer pain in the ass that is, I will just say that Dotty is crazy.
Monique AndersonPublished 3 years ago in Fiction