Short Story
The Desert Circuit
My red and black dune buggy swerved mercilessly along the bumpy desert sand. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, striving to regain control and straighten its wayward path. It wasn't long until I got my buggy back under control, speeding up again as I watched the sand fly up into the sky. In one swift motion, I took my gloved left hand off the wheel, quickly adjusting my full-face helmet that had been jostled around.
By Timberly Price3 years ago in Fiction
Battling Guilt Part 4: A Date With Ivan
Petra felt a shit-storm of nerves brewing inside of her while she was on the phone with Ivan. She shifted the weight on her feet from left to right while occasionally chewing on the fingernail of her right index finger. "What, what could you possibly want from me Ivan? We ended things, remember?" she said in a soft tone, trying desperately to hide her nervousness. Ivan let out a gentle chuckle. "Oh Petra, you know me better than that," he began, "I always finish what I start," he said with a growl.
By dre.amerwithapen3 years ago in Fiction
Adventures of Sole
Shifting sand all around him Sole seeking out his dad through ever changing lands finds himself in a desert. Once he found the foot prints in the sand just by the shape of them he thought to himself "This has to be him"!! He's love for his dad burned bright as the stars did in the sky why he traveled continuously for years. He burdened himself with this task knowing it would take so long. He felt as if a part of himself was missing the only way to find out more about his future and his past was to find him.
By Mason Darnielle3 years ago in Fiction
A Hip Hop Thanksgiving
It is 4:00 p.m. on Wednesday, November 22nd, one day before Thanksgiving. A big group of cars have just arrived in the parking lot of the James Smith community center. A Thanksgiving community dinner is being held by a committee of young people in an hour. Before the community dinner begins a bunch of the children have decided to have group rapping cypher for fun in celebration for the occasion. Four of the young kids will be headlining this event including: Bags Russell, Barfest, MC Hunger and Mic Ripper.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
Fey
Fun fact: I wrote this story almost five years ago this December, mainly because I really wanted to write a story about fairies. But not in the traditional way. Even as an adult I was (and am) still fascinated by old fairy tales - mainly because they are surprisingly more METAL than I expected. Anyway, this is essentially a very early story in my portfolio... so don't be too surprised if it reads that way, too, ha ha!
By Taylor Rigsby3 years ago in Fiction
Padro and I find ourselves on a journey that takes us to a time of trials and tribulations
Journal March 22, 1431, AD Amidst the pages of history and the echoes of bygone eras, Padro and I find ourselves on a journey that takes us to a time of trials and tribulations – a time when the fate of a young girl becomes intertwined with the destiny of a nation. In the midst of medieval towns and the fervor of religious fervency, we uncover a trail of events that lead us to witness the unfolding drama of a singular life.
By David Anderson3 years ago in Fiction
The Reflection in the Creek
Stephanie decided to go fishing at Bailey’s Bend on Upshaw Creek, even though everyone always said to avoid Bailey’s Bend. The rumor mill had it that this area of Upshaw Creek was cursed. Some said that many an unfortunate fisherman had come up missing after fishing an afternoon here.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? part nine
NOW WILL YA LEAVE ME ALONE? Part nine Max >< >< >< He stood tall and proud, with a new-found determination, and walked to her front door. Still feeling extremely nervous, with shaky fingers, he reached out, rang the bell, and waited for an answer.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Fairy
The Snow Fairy D A Ratliff The past year had been a harrowing one. Marshall Caine threw a duffle bag onto the oversized chair and pulled the drapes back, letting the dim daylight pour into the room. He let the quiet solitude wash over him, trying to will the anguish away. There was peace in this deep forest, and he needed peace.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction
