Series
Davina
Victoria walked into my room with a glass of juice and a biscuit on a small porcelain plate. I had barely eaten since leaving my parents home because of my nerves. I was terrified. The moment I woke up, I felt nauseated because of the dreams I had. I looked over at Victoria as she rummaged through my closet and chose my outfit for the day. “Victoria?" I questioned, “How long will I be here?” “For as long as you need to be. I cannot answer you with an exact number because we do not know the extent of the danger you’re in”, she responded. She grabbed the brush off the vanity and motioned for me to sit on the chair that was in front of her.
By Alexis Whitehead3 years ago in Fiction
The Marigold Scripture
Mrs Devlin watched from behind the counter as Mara stood up suddenly, looking angry. Mara looked down at Antonio, disgusted with what she assumed was him trying to reconcile after leaving her at the altar. Nothing, nothing could make her forget the pain and humiliation she suffered. She hadn’t heard from him since the day before the wedding. His friends had tried to say he was just in shock, it was just a moment of panic. Said he would be back in her arms in no time, after realising what an idiot he had been.
By Mariam Naeem3 years ago in Fiction
Love You to Death
Maxie was dead... I sat next to his dead body for what felt like days. I couldn't cry. I didn't feel anything. I laid down next to his body holding his cold, limp hand. "Do you remember when we went stargazing the first time?" I asked the silence as I laid there. The stars were particularly bright tonight. "You pointed out all the constellations that you knew. Leo, The Big Dipper, Scorpio, O' Ryan, Pegasus... All your favorites I hope you get to dance among those stars brother..." I said quietly. I looked at the dead body of my brother. He was staring at the sky with iced over brown eyes. I got up after memorizing his features. "If you are going to dance among those stars, I should put you to rest." The numb feeling growing in my chest. I dragged his dead body to the east side of the river. There was a large rock formation. "Do you remember when we were kids and we were playing on this formation... I fell and scrapped my arm. I had to have stitches. You were there and calmed me down as I cried. You took me to the doctor down the road. Afterwards, you took me to ice cream using your allowance..." I heaved his body under the rocks. It was moist underneath the formation. I looked out at the river. "Hey Maxie... Do you remember when the river flooded that one year and you instantly calmed it. I always knew you were different... You never told mom... That's why you didn't have to take the meds..." I sat him next to the formation. Somber thoughts filled my head. "Do you remember when I caused the death of our first step dad... how I got so angry for touching you that way... I cursed him and he died the next day... The pills taste so bitter... Remember when I killed your ex... I strangled her to death with my mind... Mom calls me a psychopath." I lifted my brothers body up again and waded into the river water. For some reason, I knew that this is where you belonged. "Whatever deity that is out there... please take care of my brother. Let him dance in the stars and forget about all of the horrible things that I have done..." My brothers body landed in the water with a splash. Before my eyes, his body floated away with a green symbol of a trident above his deceased head. I was confused. What the hell does that mean? I stood in the water for a while staring at where my brothers body once was. Eventually, I got out of the river. I walked to the west side of the river, away from my mom's apartment, away from the town that I lived in, and away from everything that I have ever known.
By Wren Kalstad3 years ago in Fiction
The Merryweather Children
“Papa died,” Honor cried through the phone. “What happened?” I asked gathering the files on my desk and packing them away in the old ratted briefcase I had been carrying since I came to New York five years ago. Papa had given it to me, and it always reminded me of home. People always asked me why I never got a new one, especially when the handle started to rip at the seams and I poorly stitched it back together. Looking at it now though, it didn’t feel so sentimental anymore. It felt like I had missed something; something that I never should have.
By Nailah Robinson3 years ago in Fiction
Xuri’s Spectral Removal
There weren’t many unique powers anymore in the magical world. Only unique people. For the Grove Family, their children, Jai, Xiomara, and Xuri, each possessed a special power outside their elemental ones. Families with more than one special power weren’t unheard of, just rare. Jai read minds. Xiomara saw the future. Xuri communed with the dead.
By Ashley Nicole3 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 25
At some point, I do fall asleep, because when I wake suddenly, from a nightmare that I find myself instantly forgetting, left only with a lingering uneasy feeling, it is getting dark outside. I get out of bed and walk to the window. Snow. It’s falling fast. Large flakes blowing at a sharp angle through the sky, covering everything thickly and quickly. Each one that hits the window feels like a crash, a large explosion that rings in my ears.
By Megan Clancy3 years ago in Fiction