Fiction
GOD LAUGHS LAST, pt. 1
Katie's swim lessons began today at Leisure Camp Honey Pot, which left poor Beanie with no one to watch her. She tagged along with me while I cleaned the campground bathrooms, cabins, and off-site cottages. I'd been working for the Godfreys at their camp all summer, nearing my goal of saving a down payment on the trailer down the road.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
The War of the Americas - Chapter I
When Sylvia saw the look of distress etched across the narrow lines of her husbands face as he turned from his phone to gaze up at her, she immediately knew the next words to come out of his mouth were not going to be good. "Shit babe, I can't believe it. I can't fucking believe it. That son of a bitch, actually fucking did it, fuck, fuck, fuck. We are screwed here Syl, Trump just bombed Tijuana." Sylvia's heart dropped in her chest. It took her a few seconds to process what she had heard, stunned was the understatement of the century. "Shit Dom, are you sure? Are you certain? What's the source? Maybe it's a mistake, or propaganda?" "It's no mistake hon I have video footage right here. I am looking at it right now." Dom, spoke more gently now after hearing the fear in his wife's voice. He was scared too, very scared, but when Sylvia got scared, he got terrified, because it took a lot to shake her, and this news clearly had. He beckoned her over to sit beside him, and she moved quickly to his side putting one arm around his neck and over his shoulder using him like a swing to maneuver herself into her seat next to him. The warmth and love between them was evident in that moment revealed in the comfortableness of their physical interactions even in such highly stressful circumstances. She stared at the screen of the phone Dom had placed between them and saw smoke clouds rising above the border wall near San Ysidro crossing, the largest and busiest land border crossing in the world connecting the countries of Mexico and the United States just south of San Diego, California. Formerly largest, given what had just happened, Dom thought to himself. Additional footage showed the remains of the crossing itself which had been reduced to rubble and ash along both the Mexican and US sides of the border. The screams of the dead and dying could be heard above the wail of sirens. Mercifully, the strike must have happened in the middle of the night, probably between 2am and 4am local time. That was when the San Ysdiro crossing was slowest, but slow for a place like San Ysdiro still meant potentially hundreds to thousands of border crossers both on foot and by car, not to mention the hundreds of US and Mexican border agents working both sides of the crossing. What about the US CBP agents? she wondered. Had they been tipped off about the strike and evacuated? Likely that would have sent alarm bells ringing along the Mexican side so sadly she guessed, correctly it turned out, that they had not been informed, and instead had been deemed acceptable losses for the greater good. President Trump would call them war heroes for their sacrifice, but a sacrifice made without any choice, is no sacrifice at all she thought. It would also later be revealed that Trump had wanted to strike at the height of rush hour to maximize the impact, but had been talked out of it by his Generals who wisely counseled that the loss of innocent American lives would be so high it might lead to mass defections among the troops and possible insurrection in the military itself. Fortunately, Sylvia knew nothing of this at the time, and, as upset as she was by those thoughts, she also knew that the loss of a few hundred border patrol agents could be nothing more than an footnote in a war that might cost tens, or hundreds of thousands or even millions of lives should things spiral out of control.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Chapters
THE MASTER KEY
CHAPTER 3 One Good Turn Deserves Another Johnson Footwell came from a rich family in the United States. He lived in Georgia. Both his parents were doctors. Their residence was very beautiful. Everything went well for Johnson till he met the saddest day in his life at the age of eight. His parents passed away when he was eight years old. They died due to fire outbreak that stormed their hospital.
By Kelvin Sena Datsa2 years ago in Chapters
Saving Purgatory Chapter 5: Saving a soul
Zero picked up prison by the collar of his shirt. “Why is she crying?” he asked, whisper yelling at Prison, to not upset Sashi any further. His tone, angry yet calm. “Dude all got out of her after she almost kicked my door off its hinges is that; one: there's a dog, two: an officer and three: a sign on one of my doors.” Prison whispered. Zero set Prison down and walked over to Sashi, he sat down and pulled her into his lap. “Baby girl, tell me what happened.” he said, brushing some hair from her face.
By Allie and Emmy2 years ago in Chapters
Keeping it in Trust. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: Trust-ED Jen: You do realize that you are a social worker to the rich? Sara: What? Jen: Yes, you are a psychologist, a book-keeper, a note-taker. You arrange things that ordinary people otherwise deal with themselves unless they are not capable.
By Denise Lettau2 years ago in Chapters
The Russian Formalists: Revolutionizing Literary Theory
*The Russian Formalists: Revolutionizing Literary Theory* In the early 20th century, a group of literary critics and theorists emerged in Russia, challenging traditional approaches to literature. The Russian Formalists, as they came to be known, sought to revolutionize literary theory by shifting the focus from meaning and interpretation to the very fabric of literary texts themselves. This movement, led by figures such as Viktor Shklovsky, Roman Jakobson, and Boris Eikhenbaum, emphasized the importance of "literariness" – the unique devices and techniques that make a text literary.
By Ali bukhari2 years ago in Chapters
The Alpha's Wayward Mate
Scarlett didn't realize that the moment she drove out of the city gates, her mate could feel her absence, and it was painful. She had no knowledge of the search for her or the subsequent cry that wrung out around the area from Maverick when it had become apparent that she was no longer there in the city. She did not see him go into a furious rage and threaten war upon her people if she was not returned. Scarlett of course was unaware of any of this, because she was currently hiding out in the forest near her home, collecting supplies for her travels.
By Nalana Phillips2 years ago in Chapters
Revival
Aaron walked until the setting sun made it too dangerous to carry on. His skid was becoming harder to drag along behind him because the snowpack was melting into rivulets of ice water. He decided that tomorrow he would leave his trusty sled, along with a portion of his supplies, behind. What items he would take and what would be left behind should have been foremost on his mind, but it wasn’t.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Chapters
