Fable
The Sweet Exchange
The hustle and bustle of the city pushed against her face in a forceful, inescapable hug. Maxine Devereux shoved her hands into her pockets, grumbling as she walked to her apartment building. Her curly black hair was styled in a neat bun, tendrils of hair framing her brown face and swaying in the wind as she moved. She turned her body just in enough time to avoid running into a food cart that was rushing to its next destination to catch its late afternoon customers.
By Troi McAdory 3 years ago in Fiction
MR.Violence: Part One
Born In Heaven, Raphael a guardian angel tasked to work a hand full of people on earth for many years. Rapheal also had a part to play in the battle of heaven as he was youngest angel and was very close with Lucifer up until he betrayed him during the battle which he had become the fallen and became the Devil .
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Fiction
They Live Among Us
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Speaking about space, our problems are now transcending on planet Earth. It was discovered that alien life form has been living among us for years. Where are they hiding and how can we find them? Breaking news at eight,” said a female newscaster on the television.
By Jackie Villa3 years ago in Fiction
The Incomplete Elements of Reign.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I remember thinking this to myself the day it happened, laying upside down on my couch, in the dark living room of my apartment. With Bethoven blaring in my noise canceling headphones and rivers of tears streaming down my face. Staring into my existential void through eloquently transitioned images of space dancing across the tv screen ahead of me. But, that was then.
By Courtney Nichols3 years ago in Fiction
Remembering Yeshua
He would have never hurt her. He stood taller than her and looked down upon her with loving eyes. Who was he to be so kind? No man had ever seen her the way he had. She remembered the day he had pulled her to the river's edge. It wasn't really all that surprising to her that there were multitudes of six petaled flowers growing all around them. It seemed that wherever they walked, new life grew all around them. His aura was shining blue into crystalline white. She sighed and breathed in the swirl of their connected Merkabah's: he was more than her lover; he was the other half of her star-soul. She was divinely incarnated feminine and he, oh, he was divinely, incarnated masculine with rough-hewn hands and a mischievous, half-cocked smile.
By Raina D. McGowan3 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicle Of The 'Glad Stone'
The Prologue It had been nearly 202 or 206 days (about 7 months) that Lefty Liv, stock executive kicked up his heels creating a desert dust storm scene creating a visibility nightmare blurring a ‘professional gaming recreational weekly monopoly fantasy’.
By Marc OBrien3 years ago in Fiction
