Excerpt

Away Game
Thousands of miles below my feet, an azure marble spun silently in the void. The planet's elegant streaks of cloud left me breathless even from this distance. Docking clamps clanked and hissed, and my shuttle was let free from its mothership. Auto pilot activated, and my ship began its descent. The U.I.P Intrepid grew smaller above me, as the water world Aquarius grew larger below.
By Cody Zerkle4 years ago in Fiction
An Awful Introduction Piece
Blurry, everything was terribly blurry; Markhor couldn't make his own talons out from the blizzard before him. Everything blended in on the border of the ice kingdom; the bleak scenery, the even bleaker dragons, and of course his bleak home. Ha! That home was nothing more than a pile of snow, one he was fighting to reach.
By forest4 years ago in Fiction
Under the Pear Tree
A backyard full of ripe fruit trees towards the end of summer is an interesting place to be. Rotten pieces litter the ground and patches of grass are beginning to yellow. There is a certain peace in the aura of the late summer but also the slightest stench of fruit juice and wildfire smog drifting through the air. Why do things get heavy when the season starts to mellow? Things fall apart but then they get patched back together, but does that always happen? I look at the piles of pears and plums before me and the hundred or so still hanging down above my head. I see that many are scarred, a few have holes, and some are almost perfect. One pear stands out to me as I think of all that has happened in the past four years of my life. Four summers ago I was a completely different person. Senior year of college with a few close friends who treated me well. Thinking back on it now my life could probably be equated to a pear that fell before the right time and became damaged by all its surroundings.
By Moriah4 years ago in Fiction
First Lines...
Just one of my little experiments... See if you can guess what I did: I. All of this more or less happened, Lolita, light of my life. It is a truth universally acknowledged that, it was the best of times; it was the worst of times, and many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buenidia was to remember that distant afternoon when Mrs. Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party and Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Fiction
The Cabin
A forest in wintertime has its own magically feeling that is impossible to appreciate. The world is covered in a soft blanket of snow which muffles the busy and often overly hectic world in which I live. As I have gotten older, I often seek the silence that exists out away from world.
By Ian Teare4 years ago in Fiction
News Report
“OK – places everybody. One minute.” Sharon checked her appearance in a small mirror and straightened her hair. She gave Greg, the cameraman, a nod to show she was ready, trying not to shiver in the snow. Greg raised five fingers, then lowered them one-by-one. When there were two fingers left, Sharon looked into the camera, gave a smile, and raised her microphone to her mouth.
By Chris Cunliffe4 years ago in Fiction
Remembrance
“Excuse me miss, how much for that flower?” I gestured to the last red flower. “15 cents,” I clutched the last two coins I had tightly for a moment. For Grandma, I thought. I placed my coins on the table for the lady.
By Christine Macke4 years ago in Fiction
Delivering English
The light was blinding and terrible. English McKay thought of the pain in terms of light rather than jolts of electricity being forced intentionally into his brain. It took several sessions of the electroshock therapy for him to realize the incredibly loud noises he was hearing beyond those of the actual machine were his own screams.
By Kevin Gaylord4 years ago in Fiction
The Lil' Big has Frozen
“Why am I doing this again?” I grumbled. Wallace snickered and let go of my hands, heading the few paces to where the ice began. Much to my horror, his intentions of standing on the ice were clear.
By Dymphna4 years ago in Fiction
Three Things I Forgot About Evelyn
Evelyn was due home any minute from her work trip to Paris with Colette and Francois, a week-long indulgence of all the fineries Paris had to offer plus the biggest fashion extravaganza in all of Europe. I could envision her wandering around wide eyed in her sailor outfit, looking about as out of place in that sea of fashion perfection as possible, but Evelyn wouldn’t care how out of place she was. One of her greatest strengths was how little she worried about whether she looked like she belonged somewhere or not, deep down I envied that part of her. Since she had been back she had helped me build myself back up and without her I wouldn’t have the confidence I did and neither would I be with a guy who finally treated me well.
By Peter Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
Section I: of the CODEX SOLIS
I: Incarnation In the Digital Age Listen ye, O human that dwell within the digital age. I, human of Earth. A man young in age, body and mind, yet ancient in soul. Sing to you the praises given to me by the All. Sing you praises of joy and enlightenment, for now has the time come for those of this age to see passed the screens of their illusions. My visions shine brightly like a chromatic sun in the modern day of the monochrome in technology. Seen, I, visions of grand beauty and grand design. I was taken to higher existences and higher life. Briefly shown, was I, the future as bliss and the future is, as what is possible now.
By Jaron Fund (Future Master)4 years ago in Fiction
Is Karma A Bitch?
Is Karma A Bitch? When it seems that the cause of one's pain is other humans, a favorite phrase of many, commonly offered in support or solidarity is, “Karma’s a BITCH!”
By Candice Kilpatrick Brathwaite4 years ago in Fiction