Excerpt
A Possessive House
Chapter One First, It Must Begin The wind whipped against the window where bright blue eyes filled with an unspoken wonder peered out. The sound of the pelting water was the only audible thing around — but this was a comforting sort of quietness that made one feel lulled into relaxation. Almost like the feeling eating turkey gave after Thanksgiving Day had ended.
By Sai Marie Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
The Reed boat
Laurelle Laurelle The purple clouds blushed pink and danced till darkness met the treetops. Meet me in the morning said Laurelle, sketch me on banks of the Oslo fjord reeds inlet amongst the dried rushes. She bathed and swam and dried herself on the shoreside in glorious morning sunshine.
By Tiffany Brown, Tiffany Campbell Brown, Tiffanarty3 years ago in Fiction
The Immortal King
I imagine the Gods weeping every time the rain falls. There are no wails of despair, only silent tears that blanket the landscape, nourishing the beauty of the world around us while depriving us of the warmth that comes with the sun. I feel as if here, in Portland, it’s always raining, as if the gods are as sad as the poor souls trapped in this decaying shit hole. Slumped shoulders of wet pedestrians accompany the overcast skies and water-logged shoes that are the norm for most of the year. Why would I expect anything else on the one day that mattered? We have two seasons here: the hot one which comes with a permanent coating of sweat and a constant sun glare, and the wet one which accounts for the other nine months of the year. You would think that growing up here would cause a person to become accustomed to this shit, or that we would at least learn to carry an umbrella and invest in some boots, but the vast majority of us, including yours truly, never catch on.
By Jefferey A Ayers3 years ago in Fiction
Talea The Volleyball Star
It was lunchtime, Talea was eating lunch and talking to her best friend Timothy. They always ate first and then went to play on monkey bars. Today at this break it was raining, the monkey bars were wet. Talea could not go and play on monkey bars, so one of her classmates came. It was Zach and Lachlan and his volleyball team; he came over to us. They asked Timothy if he wanted to play volleyball in the shed, and Timothy said yes. Timothy asked me if I wanted to play Volleyball, and I said yes, but then Lachlan said, ‘girls can’t play volleyball.’ Then Zach agreed, and he said ‘You do not even know the rules to play this game.
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Fiction
Beacon of Light A Brave Awakening Story Part 2
chapter 4 September 4th, 2021 As I entered Akron Canton International Airport I was so nervous I kept messing up everything. I forgot my International documents so I had to find the nearest printer. Or I couldn’t go to Saint Lucia. I was scared I would lose my fiancé, I didn’t want him to leave me. I wasn’t sure what I was entering into, as the unknown never really occurred to me.
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Fiction
The Trail of Secrets & Blood 1
The resonant sound of the combustion occurring in the insides of the moving train echoed on the lengthy city roads. As the vehicle passed through its repeated path, grey smoke exerted from its chimney spraying the clear sky with it.
By Harrys Stratigakis3 years ago in Fiction
On The Other Side of The Spectrum 3
Dopax clapped very slowly but firmly as Lidua’s and Yevin’s appearances entered his vision. Venye and Regaz stared at them like a father looking at his boy thinking he has grown up. Silgy had a similar look on her face, but it didn’t feel like it was directed at them.
By Harrys Stratigakis3 years ago in Fiction
