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Kicks
Alex enjoyed his shoes, specifically vans!!!. They gave him a sense of accomplishment. As well as a stylish intuition. He never knew they would take him anywhere? The ones he liked to wear were the low top suede. It reminded him of another era. A time where he was more in control of himself. Sad truth was that he was always more than he thought he was. His friends and family believed in him, but did he believe in himself? Time will tell if that is the truth.
By Alex Jennett5 years ago in Fiction
The sad fact about Mr. Bailey
If there’s one word to describe Mr. Bailey it’d be long. Long face, long legs, long fingers, long life. His fingers however he used to stretch across the fretboard of his guitar and make it cry, in the late summer evenings as he sat on his balcony.
By Mahalia Ots5 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Bette: Reunited 2020 Part 3
Continued from part 2... Bette sees more... Bette and Mark started to get up out of bed. She sat on the side of the bed, leaned over, grabbed her panties off the floor and whipped her head up. "Oh! Head rush." She wobbled where she sat then fell back playfully. She looked at him standing there pulling on his underwear; from her perspective, he was upside-down. "I haven't seen such a handsome sight in so long, I don't know if I can pull myself together enough to get to brunch."
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Fiction
Not Quite Time, Not Quite Space
The dust of Codd stirred in thickening waves as Emma and Auden raced towards their shuttle. Emma looked over her shoulder at the valley where Bovem once stood and then down at her hand where the Sword of Bovem waited to be used. Bovem was gone, but that thunderous voice of his still rumbled through the air and electrified the atmosphere. It almost calmed Emma and made her believe all was not lost.
By M. J. Luke5 years ago in Fiction
The Messy Life Of A Clean Freak
Chapter 1 (Writer) It was a quiet and warm morning in Summerfield. All families were in their own houses. The new living arrangement for the Hope family had remained constant for a period of months. It was the last day of the half term break for schools in Summerfield. Joy and Sarah were loving being able to embrace it together. They were relaxing and getting everything out that they wanted to say to avoid talking in the cinema.
By Ivanna Quarshie-halm5 years ago in Fiction
Miscalculation
A young girl runs from her pursuers. She feels them more than hears them-they are too experienced for negligent noise. She sees the crest now, but the path is growing ever steeper. Her breathing is labored, her lungs and legs burning. She is so close…
By Kristen Slade5 years ago in Fiction
Prompt 1
A bell jingles above the door as Professor Rowena and I enter the shop of a notorious dealer in unregistered magical artifacts, just the place to acquire a focus for the new student of the College of the Eight . "A focus." Rowena begins as we approach the counter. "One of the most important tools for any caster. They come in many forms, however one must form a bond with their focus to access it's true potential." She waves her hand over a glass counter directing my attention to all sorts of wands, bejeweled rings, even crystal orbs. There must be over 100 trinkets in here, all doing their own thing.
By Emrys Everette 5 years ago in Fiction
