Young Adult
Soulless
What makes a human being a human being? Is it the simple indescribable thing that makes them what they are? Their likes and dislikes? Their pain and suffering? If you were to distill a human being into something what would that result create? The answer to that is something that all humans would cling to forever if given the chance to: the soul.
By Savier Silva5 years ago in Fiction
Man From The Shadows. Content Warning.
Man From The Shadows Olive cracked open the door of the rundown shack where she and Beth, her younger sister, were hiding. The air that rushed in was cold and crisp, carrying with it the subtle warning of doom. An eerie fog hung thick and low over the cobblestone road that ran past the rickety old dwelling. Weeds forced their way through the cracks, but showed no sign that the Dark Elves of Evrade had been pursuing them. She knew differently, though. For the better part of six months, they had been running. There was something in the air, though; the energy of the night was more electric somehow. She could still feel the threat that pressed in on them, but there was something different as well. She narrowed her eyes to try to see beyond the shadows.
By Valdeara Wallberg5 years ago in Fiction
Riley's Run
The wind embraced him as if to push him away from the old paint chipped window on what had to be 100 stories up as he gazed out on this beautiful morning for what he believed to be the very last time. The apartment building had been abandoned for several years but the leftover "state of the art" security system had him locked in for what was five nights and days now. He staggered back like a 90 year old man while reaching out towards the snow white colored clouds. They seemed so close now.
By Conlan Geddes5 years ago in Fiction
Waiting Room. V+ Fiction Award Winner.
Sitting in yet another waiting room, I learn that Adam Sandler is the director and producer of The Price is Right. Not that Adam Sandler, silly. Not the Big Daddy, ultra-rich but casually dressed Adam Sandler we all know and love.
By Erin Latham Shea5 years ago in Fiction
Folly and Ignorance
He rolled over on his bare mattress and opened his eyes to see Shakespeare sitting on his futon with a bowl of popcorn, watching a movie. He rose up suddenly and rubbed his eyes and all he could manage to say was “Billy? What are you watching?” He shook his head unable to comprehend how he could have just called one of the world’s greatest geniuses of literature, ‘Billy’. But ‘Billy’ didn’t seem to mind, he was laughing at the movie, he slapped his leg and looked over at Sebastian.
By Raine Fielder5 years ago in Fiction
Death Dreams Dire Wolves: Part Six
Chapter Eleven: Fountain Manzer thrashes around in the water, fighting for dear life against whatever it is that has a hold of his angle and doesn't not seem to want to let him go. The grip is so strong that Manzer can almost feel the circulation in his ankle being cut off as the icy fingers of this thing pull with full force. The current created of him being pulled is a strong one and the confusion it creates as it yanks Manzer around makes it almost impossible to fight back.
By Epitome Publishing5 years ago in Fiction
Death Dreams Dire Wolves: Part 4
Chapter Seven:The Fence It's only a little way to walk until Manzer and his two new adverse companions finally reach their destination. The short journey- though short- was one that set Manzer off into an early check out of highschool altogether. The situation was one of the most awkward instances of living Manzer has ever been subject to. Jenny and Alexa definitely have a long awkward history with one another, have known each other for some time as schoolmates that have found themselves grown apart in a few directions, except for their desire to have every living thing worship the ground that they walk on. Manzer does not know whether to just assume that the both of them are crazy psychopaths or just teen girls in highschool.
By Epitome Publishing5 years ago in Fiction
Four Three One
Four Three One Four words- three seconds -one lifetime The young woman stood there as his words echoed in her head, rolling around like metal marbles in an empty coffee can, heavy, going in circles. He probably rehearsed those four words over a million times in his mind, now being very purposefully spoken with planned precision and complete confidence. His voice was a deafening whisper.
By Olive Craiolah5 years ago in Fiction
