Young Adult
Fresh Deer
Three sets of dog tags sat locked in the glove compartment box. A mid size sedan parked in the place reserved for employees only. Green scrubs and male cloggy shoes clothed thirty-four-year-old Barrington Volt. He was six feet two inches tall and had the skin color of a date. He maneuvered with the coffee and the bagels with one hand. Then, he performed the acrobatic feat of closing the door with his feet.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Mirrors Crack For Handsome Men, Too
It's both myth and superstition that mirrors crack or shatter for stunning women only, not for those Hollywood stars who had a facelift to defy age. Many ordinary women possess a natural beauty, for example Sofia Loren who was hotter than Marylin Monroe. Others followed to take her place, but never reached this goddess' height of sensuality and popularity.
By Andrew Crisci3 years ago in Fiction
Parallel Worlds: The Magical Journey of Lena
Lena had always been close to her grandmother. As a child, she would spend hours listening to her grandmother’s stories of adventure and magic. Her grandmother would tell her tales of far-off lands and mystical creatures, of heroes and villains, and of the power of love and hope. Lena would always listen with wide-eyed wonder, captivated by her grandmother’s words.
By Majic Insider3 years ago in Fiction
Cancer
As soon as upon a time, in a bustling town, a clever and handsome banker named Alex become on foot down the street whilst he stumbled upon a breathtaking sight. A beautiful female named Catherine became promoting children' toys, and the instant their eyes met, there has been an instant connection.
By Rasheek Rasool3 years ago in Fiction
His lady
On the third floor, they were both in the same room. From the outside, this small room with its light blue light looks like a cold train compartment, similar to summertime railroads with poetic names like "Firdous Seamen" or "Dream Seamen." attached to particular automobiles.
By ayesha adeel3 years ago in Fiction
The Undertaker's Garden
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Well, it wasn’t exactly me; my reflection was different, much different. Seeming, in fact to have a mind of its own, anchored to a body that looked just like me but wasn’t—and before you click back let me explain.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction








