Series
Bootleggers' Legacy
George wobbled slightly as he entered the diner. Belle, who had been watching for him, came out from behind the counter. “Well, come on in and sit down, Mr. George! I jes’ got yer table all cleaned off and ready-like. You got what you said you was gonna bring me?”
By Dawn Harper5 years ago in Fiction
A Passage Through Time (Part One Of A Three-Part Short Story.)
The cold fingers of darkness that spelled the approaches a frosty November night, had steadily crept upon the village silently, and ever so suddenly, making Jamie feel a little uneasy and on-edge with herself. She had already been in bed just a little over three hours since falling asleep. But, she had already turned off the television in her lounge at just after 11 o'clock last night and had seen the dimness of daylight fade into night as sat curled up on her sofa.
By Jonathan Townend5 years ago in Fiction
Earth Elemental
Kendal followed behind Sean along with the rest of the group, Gordan walking at her side. He’d been silent on the car ride and she was still too freaked out and confused herself to attempt conversation. The group had gone back to the bar and piled into their cars. She’d ridden with Gordan because he’d gotten her into this but also because no one else had offered. They’d taken a zig-zag route through downtown and then had taken the highway for about forty minutes into a city she didn’t recognize. They’d parked in an underground garage in the business district and walked the rest of the way. Although Gordan occasionally looked over his shoulder, the rest of the group didn't seem concerned that anyone was following them.
By Kelly Mendoza5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 31
Even though Detective Singh has given me her word that I am a top priority for her, I know, in all reality, I am just another case to the police. Mine is not the only child to ever go missing for them and they are treating it as they would any other missing child case. This is, however, my only child to go missing. On top of which, the feeling that I’m being watched continues to grow. And now there is the added mystery of Tucker’s empty email, a possible affair, and our bank account. What the hell is Tucker doing?
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
