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My Own
I didn't pay a dime to be here. I can only say that I have a friend who frequently goes to places like this all the time. Probably doesn't even remember half the places he goes. Not that I'm jealous or anything, but damn, who wouldn't love a job like that.
Dwayne O ConnorPublished about a year ago in FictionSirens
“I hate you!” was the last thing reportedly swung into the evening heat before celebration morphed into something other. Serena had slunk into the sand and away from the lights, down towards the ocean and the impending late summer night. Swaying down to the rocky border, Serena decided to settle herself — nestling into a nook within the rocks, a gritty pool swirling beneath her swinging feet. She embraced herself, shrinking from the breeze which kissed every glimmering droplet of spray which the waves unleashed in their play.
Alexane DunnPublished about a year ago in Fiction"Uncommon" Challenge Submission #13
What is "rare", I ask myself? Is rare some thing that belongs on a shelf? Is it a concept, awash in glory? Steeped in bounded, immutable story?
Survival Rates
“How long do we have?” He said, “days then she’ll be gone”… Then, you proved him wrong…
Alexis Dean Jr.Published about a year ago in PoetsWolf Pack Review: "Two Bitten, Two Born"
Oh, I love that feeling when you watch the series premiere, and then certain parts play in your head in the seven days that pass, and before you know it, it's time for Episode 2. It's a very familiar feeling for this TV viewer, and it amplifies when it's a crime or horror series, with Wolf Pack...well...actually falling into both categories. So after we get a recap of the premiere, the second episode, "Two Bitten, Two Born," picks up where the premiere ended: with the werewolf quartet, Everett, Blake, Harlan, and Luna, all together--though Blake runs off.
Clyde E. DawkinsPublished about a year ago in Geeks- Runner-Up in the Improbable Paradise Challenge
Two Solitudes
Vacation? Vacation from what? I can't help but ask myself this as I trudge the light-blue sands of Icarus Island. It's paradise, to be sure. Made even more so by the tidal disruption event that's been occurring for the last hundred years breathtakingly close to this planet: Beta Carinae of the Carina constellation planets.
Braeden BlackPublished about a year ago in Fiction Isle of The Lost and Found
The fresh salt of sea air filled my lungs as the light of the midday sun penetrated my eyelids, turning the darkness red as it lit up my face. As I slowly opened my eyes I exhaled steadily, feeling myself become fully present in the moment and aware of my surroundings. Small waves danced and stretched over each other, generating their own white-noise lullaby. The turquoise water crashed gently onto the white, powdery sand beach, lapping at the surface beneath my feet before retracting back towards the seemingly infinite ocean that lay before me, boundless in its distance and its beauty. The calls of exotic birds punctuated the ambience, the kind of wild caws and howls that only seemed to develop in tropical paradises. I raised my arms up towards the sky, deeply stretching my body as if I were trying to grab the sun itself, feeling the sun-kissed warmth on my skin as I took another deep breath and felt a serene and true peace washing over me just like the waves below seemed to wash over this beach, purifying it with every pulse of water inwards and outwards, keeping the fine, white sand soft and pristine. Untouched. Perfect.
Tommy BallardPublished about a year ago in FictionAnd then there was Joe
And then there was Joe Uggh…. What the hell…Where the… My fucking head… Shit balls. The alarm on the man’s phone blares the old truck horn incessantly.
Alvin Ray Williams JrPublished about a year ago in Fiction