Short Story
Twin Flame
In the five mystical realm of fantastical wonders, where dreams intertwine with reality,tells the tale of a majestic Phoenix, a mythical creature whose fiery wings spanned across the horizon. The Phoenix possessed an eternal flame that danced with vibrant hues, symbolizing rebirth and transformation. With every cycle of life and death, it rose from the ashes, embodying the essence of resilience.
By RICHARDS DIVINE💜🌸3 years ago in Fiction
MR. Violence IN 32. A.D
THE PROFESSOR IS RATTLED TRYING TO HELP HIS NEPHEW A U.S. SOLDIER IN SPECIAL FORCES TURNED FBI AGENT WHO WAS FRAMED FOR THE MURDER OF A SENATOR WHO WAS A PART OF A CONSPIRACY THAT HE WAS TOLD NOT TO PURSUE AND WAS GIVING A FALL GUY TO CLOSE THE CASE. BUT HE DIDN’T BELIEVE IT. IT DIDN’T FEEL RIGHT AND PEOPLE THAT HE LOVED STARTED DYING AROUND HIM. THE POLICE AND THE AGENTS ARE LOOKING FOR HIM SO HE SAYS HE WILL FIND HIS UNCLE TO MAKE SURE HE’S SAFE AND HE WILL LEAVE TO RE-ESTABLISH A PLAN TO PROVE HIS INNOCENCE. HE FINDS HIS UNCLE PASSED OUT ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ABANDONED WAREHOUSE AND HE WAKES UP HIS UNCLE AND TELLS HIM EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED TO HIM AND HIS FRIENDS AND THAT THE WORLD IS AGAINST HIM. THE UNCLE WAKES UP AND RUNS TO HIS TIME MACHINE AND HE TELLS HIS NEPHEW THAT HE HAS THE PERFECT PLACE FOR HIM TO GO TO MAKE NEW PLANS FOR THE FUTURE OR TIME TO RIGHT A WRONG. THE NEPHEW SAID HE WAS CRAZY BUT HE LOVED HIM EITHER WAY. THE NEPHEW TAKES HIS BAG THAT IS FILLED WITH 2 SHOTGUNS, 2 AUTOMATIC WEAPONS, A COLT 45, 2 MAGNUM PISTOLS AMMO FOR ALL THE WEAPONS A SET OF COMBAT KNIVES, BRASS KNUCKLES, A STACK OF MONEY, A DOZEN OF EXPLOSIVES AND IN HIS HOLSTER 9MM AND A BACKUP WEAPON ON HIS LEG. BUT THE BEST WEAPON HE HAS IS HIS SKILLS OF HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT SKILLS AND HIS EXPERIENCE IN THE U.S. ARMY AND AS A F.B.I AGENT. SEAN WAS READY FOR WAR AGAINST THE PEOPLE WHO HAD RUINED HIS LIFE AND KILLED HIS LOVED ONES.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Fiction
Dialogue in Death
The date is October 30th, one day before All Hallows Eve. Matthew Montgomery is out shopping for Halloween candy for he and his wife Lynn to pass out while his children are out trick or treating tomorrow. Matthew loves the vibrant seasonal feel of Halloween in full effect. It reminds him of when he was a kid and he and his best friends were going around wreaking havoc for Halloween time. After buying a few bags of candy out of a Dollar Tree Matthew left out to head to his destination to rack up on candy. As he made his way outside of the store he looked across the street and saw the familiar face. It was the face of a boy he once knew when he was just 10 years old, Henry Wallace.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
A Time To Die...
She entered the sterile, brightly lit room in a rush. They'd told her to hurry, time was of the essence. He'd been in a bad way for a few months now, could this be it? He was all she had left in this world and she all he had. Everyone else had either passed away or left. Even his beautiful bride had passed years earlier from a sudden stroke. Ever since then, it had been he and I just chugging through life together. There he lay in that bed he'd laid in for at least a couple of weeks now. The hospital had been shuffling him between home and back there when he got bad again for at least six months. He was so small and so frail. He'd already been of a small stature but now he was even smaller having lost about 50 pounds, pounds he didn't need to lose in the first place. He'd been so strong her whole life but he was tired and she knew he was....heart troubles since the 90's and now with nothing and no one left but her a bout of pneumonia had gotten his lungs down too. He had fought hard but in the end his old lungs just couldn't seem to recover from the pneumonia. Now his whole body was just giving out on him. She looked at his thinning gray hair, the tired wrinkled face, his thin frame all the way down to his thin legs and arms which looked like little more than toothpicks now. His tired brown eyes found her worried brown eyes. He smiled weakly at her. The lights were much too harsh for the situation at hand but she didn't have time to worry with that, she could see he didn't have long left. Each breath was labored and weak. She sank into the chair beside his bed heavily; held his soft, frail hand and laid her head on his bed. No words were needed in this moment, no words would suffice. Not to mention, he'd always been a man of few words. He didn't see the point in mincing words and for that matter neither did she, only speaking what was needed. They had told each other they loved each other sure but it was mostly through actions. Being there for each other and after all, was that not what mattered the most? She lost track of how long she laid like that humming the old hymns she'd heard in church growing up with her grandfather. She could hear the clock ticking, she could see it getting darker outside the window, the beeps of the machines which most had been removed. It was all about comfort now. At some point, her grandfather put his hand on her head and then all of a sudden she heard a deep, rattling breath. She looked and saw the most peaceful look on a person's face she'd ever seen and then she heard the machines flatline, steady beeep, she took her hand and closed his eyes. Rest in peace and fly high... the doctors and nurses then flew through the door so she got up quickly and stepped back so they could do their job. There wasn't much to do however but pronounce him deceased considering there was a do not resuscitate order. They just disconnected the machines, called the funeral home and asked if she wanted more time with him. She said no, she'd had her time but as she turned to leave she could've sworn she saw the brightest glowing light shoot up into the ceiling. She smiled.
By Lindsey Altom3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Forgotten
In the small, forgotten town of Willowbrook, nestled deep within a dense forest, there was an old, decrepit library that held secrets beyond imagination. The townsfolk rarely visited it anymore, for they believed it to be haunted by the ghosts of the past. But for Lily, a curious young girl with a passion for stories, the library was her sanctuary.
By Ibrahim El MouttaQi3 years ago in Fiction
Sunday Morning
A warm summer breeze disturbed the curtains in the window. Lost in thought, the movement brought Eddie back to the present. Looking out of the window, to the lake beyond, Eddie smiled at Jill relaxing on a recliner, bathing in the warm sun at the end of the dock. From this far away, she could be the same girl he met more than fifty-years ago. Only the wheelchair parked next to her revealing the impact of time on her body. But not her smile. Not her laugh. Not her love.
By S A Thurtle3 years ago in Fiction
The Battle Against Herself
Staring back at me through the glass of the mirror was someone I could not recognize. This girl staring back at me - she wasn't different at all. She was me. She was actually me. Yet, she wasn't. Staring back at me was the shell of what I once was, but the emotions she carried inside of her- that's where we divided. She was the shell of what once was. What could've been. Staring back at me through the glass of the mirror was someone I destroyed a long time ago. Someone whom I must say goodbye.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Fiction
Drag Queen From Hell
His name was Louis. He was quite a sight to see I suppose, standing six foot three and wearing red, stiletto, high heels. His painted red lips sloped downwards in a frown. A white mask hid his brown skin. Pink, elbow length gloves cover up his brown hands. His lean, muscular chest was exposed in a lime, green cocktail dress. His sinewy biceps flexed superfluously as he clutched his solid ax in his hands. His powerful, runner’s legs rippled with muscle as he stomped through the snow-covered streets.
By DJ Robbins3 years ago in Fiction
