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Did Aliens Build the Pyramids?
It was a scorching hot day in ancient Egypt, and the workers were sweating profusely as they lifted heavy blocks of stone and placed them carefully into position. They had been working on the pyramid for what seemed like an eternity, and they were starting to lose hope that they would never finish.
By Mello.viibes3 years ago in Fiction
For All Those Whom We Love and Value - Chapter Four
Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Read the previous chapter here... Anthony Lockwood, Viscount Berrington, was not a man generally given to anxious fretting. Such men did not last long in the army, and while Anthony had certainly faced any number of fearful situations, he had fought his way through them. Still, he had not survived so long as a soldier by ignoring his instincts, either.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Operation: Save the School
Interrogation — Okay, I know what you’re thinking. This looks bad, and why would he, a middle school meathead, want to save the school? First of all, ouch. Second, this was out of my control, it would’ve happened if I was there or not, and second..er.. thirdly, you’re not getting the whole story. Here, let me go over it for you, in all the gross detail. It all started on a Monday.
By Kyrin Sturdivant3 years ago in Fiction
"A Night in the Garden"
It was a dark and stormy night, and Sarah was having a difficult time falling asleep. She tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, but no matter what she did, she couldn't seem to drift off. Just as she was about to give up, she closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh.
By Vocal Trending 3 years ago in Fiction
Mercy of God (Prologue)
Algora was a dreary little village tucked away in a forgotten corner of the world. The buildings were made of old, crumbling bricks that had seen better days, and the streets were filled with potholes and cracked cobblestones. The houses were small and simple, harshly contrasting with the dark, oppressive forest surrounding them. The smell of smoke and burning wood lingered in the air. The moonlight shone down on the village, casting long shadows across the empty streets. In the distance, chanting could be heard, sending chills down the spine of anyone who heard it. Throughout its history, Algora had been ruled by religious extremists who kept its people in fear and denial.
By Chynna Brown3 years ago in Fiction
Rebuild Team 2
Henry had built his room with tarps and bits and pieces of this and that. The colossal window was leaning inwards, held up by an assortment of garbage and boards, blown inward when the bomb pushed its murderous hellfire winds up and out. It was not ideal, but he said it was temporary until he figured out what to do with the window. She visited him most days. She should be helping with the rebuild, but her asthma prevented her from doing much considering everything in this quarter was still covered in thick ash.
By Lianne Giffin3 years ago in Fiction








