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A Ghost in the Woods
[TW: implied violence] After I died, after all the pain and fear, I remember I was floating over my body, but I crashed. When I woke up, it was still dark, black treeshapes against blacker night. No feeling in my body. Still fear.
By Anna Hamilton4 years ago in Fiction
Birthday Seeds
His eyes perked as he watched the torrent of rain against the window begin to dissipate. He placed the piece of cake in front of him into the napkin covering his lap under the table.
By Chelcey4 years ago in Fiction
Lady Venom, Ms. DoGooder
She believed that life had made a fool out of her, so she set her appointment each day to go and make a fool out of life. Unable to recognise nature’s call to sleep. She made it a point to be up before the sun even bothered to shine.
By Mahalia Ots4 years ago in Fiction
For the unfree women around the world
It is very difficult to believe that we all live in the same world, yet we do not have all the same benefits, freedom and rights which should be a universal choice for all mankind. From the dawn of creation we have always been fighting, in one form or the other to just be free, irrespective of where we are, or to whom we were born, Rich or poor.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
Cradle of Blue Waters
My child. Abigail stirred in her rest. The child didn’t realize she had been asleep. Awake, my child.
By M. Z. Belle4 years ago in Fiction
Bloody Red Light
Bloody red light hanging above me like an uncooked steak ready to be incinerated into smoke and flames. Where do I go from here? What should I do from this moment on? I don’t know. I have no clue. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way.
By 8th Street Pigeon4 years ago in Fiction
TCoE: Audiobooks
After many hours of vigorous narrating and editing, I have finally completed my first audiobook! As of now, the only book of my series, The Chronicles of Enchantments, that is available for purchase on Audible, is my short story, Healing Scars of the Past.
By Mel E. Furnish4 years ago in Fiction
Green Light Diner
She had worked at the Green Light diner for 8 years. 8 long, insufferable years of over easy eggs, barely cooked bacon and suspiciously salty ham sandwiches. The coffee was the perfect combination of gritty sludge and molten lava, and the plastic that cracked over the bursting booth seats was yellowing at the edges. She came each day at 4am, right as the night shift was wrapping up, and just before the morning rush of truckers, flaggers, and loggers. Her entire working career could be illustrated in one simple phrase. “Whatcha get?”
By Kavi Elwyn4 years ago in Fiction
Backstory Blogs Pt. 6 - Wistria
** SPOILERS AHEAD** Excerpts from: The Deity Jewels, Part One: The Prophecy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wistria's first appearance
By Mel E. Furnish4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1
It’s been about four years now, but I am as much of a disappointment to my parents today than I was then. I came to Isledon after being offered a rather illustrious internship to become a blacksmith. Jumping on the offer without doing a bit of research, I would later come to regret it. Shocking, I know. Thom’s an honest man, and I can’t fault him if I’m going to be fair. Blacksmithing just isn’t my passion. Truthfully, it never was. I came here to escape the growing grip of responsibility being bestowed upon me primarily by my father.
By Despain4 years ago in Fiction
A Little Bit of Light
“What is this place?” "Bellerie Valley is a world within a world," I respond. "Something that shouldn't have existed but does."
By Karilin Berrios4 years ago in Fiction
Prelude
“What about this one, dear?” I’m sure she meant well, but I was not one for pomp and circumstance. And she knew this, but my mother was insistent. My mother also married when she was young, albeit too young in my opinion. Sometimes she feels the need to live through me vicariously, and I, the ever-doting daughter, allow her this fantasy.
By Despain4 years ago in Fiction