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Our House goes Dark
My life is happy. I work at the local bar and live alone. He swaggers into my work, overconfident, and handsome. The first few times I ignore him. On the fifth visit, he brings flowers, a new trophy, and a buckle. After cleaning up at the local rodeo.
By Heather Stanton5 years ago in Fiction
Remember Who You Are
The people of Felnor were astounded. Princess Vivian had returned. Her story of sacrifice, as all stories of the Twelve Dragon Princesses, had inspired kindness and bravery in many a young girl. It wasn’t long before news of the princess’ return reached the very outskirts of the kingdom, where Illior now lived. After the royal family’s passing without seeing their daughter again, he was wrought with grief and guilt. Upon hearing of her return, he made the long journey to the castle.
By Antonia Mele5 years ago in Fiction
Not Quite Time, Not Quite Space
Codd’s landscape unfurled in shades of grey and hills of ash and lost valleys. Once a place of floral sweetness and golden sap musk, Codd reeked of stagnant lakes and rivers run dry. Crossing Codd became a war with dust for Emma and Auden as every step they took kicked up clouds refusing to settle and as Emma looked over her shoulder at the shuttle, she could make out their long path by dust alone. To Codd’s credit, there was still enough of her left to show progress in Emma and Auden’s travel as mounds that were once cities, and valleys that were once mountains became indicators of passing kilometers.
By M. J. Luke5 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Logan van Zant: CH IV
Poseidon’s Mistress ebbs as the water of the Mediterranean laps against its hull. Logan looks out across the water; in the distance is their destination – Crete. Henry approaches and leans against the bow. “Told ya ten hours or less, didn’t I?” Henry laughs.
By Jericho Osborne5 years ago in Fiction
Moonica and her Raging Bull
It was the gloomiest of day’s. The rain trickled down her window and Moona ( that was her nickname) could feel all the hairs on the back of her neck rise. “The hairs of despair” is what Moona would call them. When these hairs of despair would come around, it usually meant something awful or eery was about to happen.
By Monica Bernal 5 years ago in Fiction
A Bull For Strength
(This is the fifth installment of the My Alternate series. If you haven't already, read the first here.) Shark dropped the streamers and cursed. He climbed down the step stool and picked them up, returning to aggressively tape them on the doorknob with a triumphant grin.
By L. J. Knight 5 years ago in Fiction
La Corrida del Toro
Click here to go back to part one! El sol había salido y caído and the stars took its place, shining brightly in the sky. I looked at my reflection as I pressed the front of mis pantalones and I saw a young man staring back at me that I could barely recognize. Ahí se puso mi traje de charro, looking quite debonair and bold.
By Carissa Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Raging Bull
Emma sat in a tree at the edge of the pasture and watched the only other living creature she’d seen other than herself and Boy, the dog that followed her across the state. Now, both she and the dog watched the bull in the field and wondered what they should do. Well, Emma wondered. Boy knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to give chase and nip at hooves, but that wasn’t a good idea. The chances of stumbling across a vet were less than zero.
By Mayra Martinez5 years ago in Fiction
Sole Survivor: Chapter 2
> Previous < > Next < ****** Dr. Z'las opened a door that led into a wide-open library with hundreds of bookcases and plants all around. An artificial sun floated above a massive transparent dome ceiling beneath the spaceship's center glass arched roof. Space opened up wide over their heads as Lithia followed him into the room, jaw dropped in awe as she held her breath.
By Mel E. Furnish5 years ago in Fiction
