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They Seek Him Here
If you are into epic vigilante sagas such as Marvel’s DareDevil or Jessica Jones, but also love regency love pieces such as Pride and Prejudice, and wish that there was some sort of mashup between the two genres, I would like to introduce you to The Scarlet Pimpernel.
Mariah BrinkworthPublished 3 years ago in HumansWhat More Could We Ask For?
I was running; my life depends on it. Seeing a bullet fly by my head only makes me run faster, hearing the heavy booted steps getting louder with each breath.
Julianna BruscinoPublished 3 years ago in HumansOne Cold Texas Day:
Today, has been a great day for me!” Amber said as she searched her purse for the car keys. Her fingers trembled as she dug around for them. She just walked off the lawn of a private owner, for a car she’d been thinking about buying for weeks. She had been saving money for a new car and the stimulus check put her in a position to buy a decent cash car. The car was used and only $3,200, so it wasn’t in perfect condition, but it was a major step up from the rusty old 92’ Plymouth Acclaim she was riding in. The windows didn’t roll down, air conditioning was broken and when it rained she had to lift the hood and plug in the wipers for them to work. She hated that car and something was ALWAYS wrong with it.
8777 Turnbough Street
"DOES LIFE REALLY HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS?" I yelled at the middle-aged woman sitting in front of me. She smiled, a little in disbelief at my outburst. Her teeth perfectly stained the color of my eggshell-colored apartment walls.
Renee VaughnPublished 3 years ago in HumansFinders Keepers
At the end of the rainbow Claire found a pot of gold. It should’ve surprised her more, she thought later, but at the time she just knelt down in the mud, sifting through the coins. The pot looked like it belonged on a box of Lucky Charms.
Kendra RechtPublished 3 years ago in HumansSpyish
Time. What an interesting concept. It is strange laying here and thinking about the time. I am watching the clock tick by. It’s hot here. Of all the countries I’ve traveled to, this one is the hottest. I feel like I’m in some Cartel movie scene. The creaking ceiling fan, brown curtains, and loud city outside. Of course, Mexico city is better than Oklahoma City by a long shot. It’s time to go.
Kevin ErvinPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Poet on 23rd
“What up Ese? What’s hanging” Jorge and Jose clasp hands in a handshake that takes at least 73 seconds. I only know this because I have timed it. I have seen it done so many times that I started timing it every time I see them together. They average around 73 seconds every time, if they are in a big hurry they get it down to 65 but never lower. If they are feeling happy or maybe even high, it takes about 85 seconds and I can write a whole stanza in that time.
Jaime FreedmanPublished 3 years ago in HumansPass It On
The damp, gray sidewalk under my feet. A blanket of heavy, gray skies. Gray up above. Gray down below. Gray in front and gray behind. Gray everywhere. A gray sort of day and a gray sort of world.
The Stamp Collection
Charlotte was impatiently waiting outside the front door of an old mid-century style home on a crisp Friday morning. The wait had been almost two hours, and she was finally next in line. Any minute she would be inside to see what treasures could be found. Charlotte was a bit angry at herself for not getting up earlier, what were other people finding before her? She was anxiously awaiting to see what was in there.
Carrie HerschPublished 3 years ago in HumansFinders Keepers
The sound of sprinklers carried across the green as they rotated. The air was cool, still early, though it already carried the promise of midday heat. The sky was a hazy blue, with wisps of cloud, sun still low in the sky. A little girl sat against the cool concrete foundation of the public library. She had bony knees, one of them with a scrape. There were grass stains on her white socks. Her long brown hair was tangled and starting to frizz up from the humidity. She had a huge corduroy book bag with appliquéd flowers on it, the bag dwarfing her small frame. On her lap was breakfast; a candy bar, and a can of coke with beads of condensation running down the sides. She took a long, satisfied sip. Both acquired via a vending machine.
Monica OwenPublished 3 years ago in HumansNothing
"Okay, this is like the fifth time you look at me like that. What is it?" I couldn't help but notice the way Ana kept side-eyeing me. What I do this time?
Joancy RiveraPublished 3 years ago in HumansLost and Found
The neighborhood was not what I imagined as the location of my first home. Modest ranch houses, all variations of the same layout. Mirror images of each other.
Vicki EngelPublished 3 years ago in Humans