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The Gilded Looking Glass: Chapter 3
Marjorie was quite sick of being with child. She was in her late thirties after all; she was getting far too old for the whole affair. She had already given her husband, Lord Thomas, nine children in all, throughout their 17-year marriage. Four were boys, all healthy, and the other five were bonnie girls, the oldest of which had already made an advantageous match. Only one of her babies, sweet little Jane, had not survived past the age of ten. The rest were hale and hearty, and had already weathered two outbreaks of the dreaded sweating sickness. Nine babies, eight surviving children, plenty of boys to spare. The inheritance was secure, and growing even fatter thanks to Elizabeth’s marriage to a financially blessed duke.
By Chloë J.5 years ago in Fiction
Marble Doors.
No one is particularly fond of nightmares. Ivory Garner is certainly not an exception either. As of late, they have been plaguing her sleep every time the young women closed her eyes for rest. Tonight, is no different. Just like the recent sleep terrors, the scenery remains unchanged. Moonlight shines on a smooth pathway of rocks that leads into deep dark woods, where giant trees loom high in the sky above. Their limbs and branches hang over the trail ominously, casting eerie shadows all around. Wind whistles fiercely, rustling leaves and scrubs, giving the illusion of dancing figures flailing their arms wildly and uncontrolled.
By J.Bee5 years ago in Fiction
The Tense Drive
Part seven of a short story series, based on writing prompts. Written while trying to learn to fight brain fog and perfectionism... and my ADHD. By this point my ADHD brain was screaming “I WILL CONCENTRATE ON LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE! AN ESSAY ON WATCHING PAINT DRY WOULD BE LESS MIND NUMBINGLY BORING.”)
By Ruth Rambles5 years ago in Fiction
Benighted: (3) The Case of Sisters in the Snow
The frost did not affect him as it would most people. Zelmyr was accustomed to cold surroundings, having had spent countless days and nights in catacombs and mausoleums. Such had been the requirement for him and his kind.
By Reiley5 years ago in Fiction
Iced at Ragnarokk
With cruel and creeping fingers, she had seized the wheels of the world--a demoralizing surprise, for all of us who thought to know her.
By Theis Orion5 years ago in Fiction
Skating His Way Into My Heart
Days and days have come and gone. And soon enough fall came and gone as well. Honestly it felt like winter came a tad bit early. And summer went by a bit too fast.
By K.J.George5 years ago in Fiction
Aftermath of the Apocalypse: A Journal
Day 81 I decided to stay in my Aunt and Uncle’s house another couple days. It is out of the way and all the locks still work. It doesn’t even look like it was looted so that might mean the area is not too dangerous. I slept well last night due to pure exhaustion. I’ve been so hyped up on finding my Aunt and Uncle and going back to Maine. But now that they aren’t here, I just feel so worn out.
By Farah Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
Deep Freeze: Part Seven of The Journey
Read Part One: The Safehouse Read Part Two: Temptation Read Part Three: Suspicion Read Part Four: Glitter
By Natasja Rose5 years ago in Fiction
The Intern - Chapter 2
The East Coast was inundated by heavy rains but that didn't stop people from gathering at one of the local pillars of the community and the C.E.O. of Global Dynamics Interprises' home for a party. The party was being held at his mountain home, really his base of operations, in the Roanoke Valley area of Virginia. Manfred Powell came from five generations of money and influence and maintained his grip on the Washington scene by keeping a watchful eye on all things that were of concern to his businesses, and his extracurricular enterprises. In his free time, Manfred enjoyed hosting parties for political allies and gathering what he called, "like-minded" individuals with deep pockets to support his allies on both Capitol Hill and at the White House.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Fiction
"Making Room"
The four rose early that wintery Christmas morning. Daniel had slept downstairs on one of the oversized couches, whiles his three teenage children slept around him on the floor, in a mix of sleeping bags, extra couch cushions, and quilts. Daniel’s old St. Bernard, Clairveau, acted as pillow for Laney, his youngest, while his older son Caleb vied with the dog for the loudest snore. Jenny, the in-between daughter, was the earliest to rise, and simply hugged her dad until he stumbled to his feet.
By David White5 years ago in Fiction
The Castro Diamonds, part 7
(...continued from The Castro Diamonds, part 6) "Jack Ruby killed Lee Harvey Oswald, that much is certain," began the fourth newspaper article found in the little brown box. It was the first line after the signature greeting "My Dear Reader" which began all of famed crime reporter Doris Killian's articles. This one was dated November 5th, 1964.
By Daniel McShane5 years ago in Fiction
Click
She must've fallen asleep and lost control, veering her rental car into the deep snowy ditch before going airborne, skidding over a thankfully frozen pond and into the dense forest just beyond. She lost track of how many times she rolled, her brain slamming into her skull back and forth until she was no longer conscious.
By Nicole Deviney5 years ago in Fiction