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In My Eyes: The Fall of Troy Chapter 2
No sooner had I regained my wits and composure than I heard the door flap being moved aside and the voice of the blue eyed man telling someone that the men thought I would "amuse" him. If I could have stretched that far, I would have buried my face in my raised knees, but I could not. I fixed my gaze on a spot on the wall opposite me. With my peripheral vision, I could make out the form of the golden warrior from the temple. He took a long drink from a water pitcher then threw the rest down his back. He looked younger than the other man and had it been different circumstances, I would have been quite taken by his beauty. Even with a layer of blood and grime all over him, one could easily see his chiseled jaw and muscular body, fashioned by the gods. But I was too frightened -- and angry -- to care. I set my jaw and kept my eyes focused on that most enlightening dark spot on the wall.
By Haddessah Anne Brice4 years ago in Fiction
A Version Of Fairness
It was happening again. As Claude regained consciousness, he could see the lights on the ceiling, swimming into focus. His mind woke up before his vision cleared. He had survived the operation. Doctor Karl, you are a truly brilliant surgeon. He was not dead. He had been. He had seen the other side and it terrified him.
By Q-ell Betton4 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 33
After passing through town and grabbing a morning coffee, I head to the police station. This has become a daily ritual for me. Even if it produces nothing, it makes me feel like I’m doing something. Apparently Detective Singh has come to expect these visits too. She is waiting just inside the front door when I arrive.
By Megan Clancy4 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Places (Part 6)
Previously in Part 5 Part 6: For all future references, let it be known: What Morty wants, Morty gets. Penny got pissed the other day. That’s the start of this whole thing, right there. Vance has a way of getting under her skin, that’s all. She’s been on-again, off again mad at him for years. She knows it; she tries to will it away; she can’t.
By Paula Shablo4 years ago in Fiction
The joys of summer
I can't believe it is almost September. Summer where have you gone? Soon we will be having frost on the pumpkin, first freezes then snow. But again what happened to summer? The long hot days, the cool nights. The singing of a whipper will in the trees, or the sight of the cardinal in flight? What happened to nice home grown tomatoes, watermelon, and strawberries? The walking outside to see the dew on the ground. I also like the occasional evening thunderstorm to cool down a hot day. That is such good sleeping weather.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee4 years ago in Fiction
Runners of the Underground
The tables in the library had hundreds of books stacked on top of them. Even the chairs were filled with parchments, maps, and extra books. It had only been a few hours of Edgar showing Antoinette around the paper filled room. Handing her books he thought she would need to study. Tossing her rolled up maps of the city so she would know her way around the streets. As well as the only few maps the angelic order had of the underground tunnels. He knew she would need those soon enough.
By Sierra Lynn4 years ago in Fiction
Agency of the 5th World Head Mission 6: Operation: Spy & Seek (Original Version)
Previous Mission First Mission <Original Plotline by Jeremiah and Nic Ellison I do not own Club Penguin, Pokémon, or Super Smash Bros. Club Penguin belongs to Disney. Pokémon belongs to Nintendo, Game Freak, and the Pokémon Company. Super Smash Bros. belongs to Nintendo along with respective character ownership rights.>
By Jeremiah Ellison4 years ago in Fiction
Beast
Princess Blanche sleeps soundly beside my campfire, surrounded by my companions. By all appearances she is a sweet, innocent fourteen-year-old girl, as helpless as a kitten. I feel responsible for her. I feel an obligation to guard her safety and guide her judgment. I have to forcibly remind myself that two days ago, she had sent her Huntsman and seven Miners to kill my friends and me. Her own magical poison attack had rendered half of us, myself included, insensible. She is a formidable enemy.
By Deanna Cassidy4 years ago in Fiction
CYCLE IV
On a warm sunny day, a twenty-seven-year-old Lebanese woman reads beneath a pear tree. Her attention sways, hearing sounds of laughter from a distance. She glances to the side, observing the merriment of children. As she returns to her reading, her book slips from her lap. A handsome, tall man with long dark hair and kind eyes retrieves it for her.
By A. W. Knowland4 years ago in Fiction





