Series
Fish Out of Water
Every colony had their own set of standards. Their own way of going about things. It was a wonder how they could all get along at all. But that wasn't the point. Growing up in one didn't make you any different then anyone else. It was just the starting point. The main Family would take extra care in making sure that there was a perfect amount of newborns each year. In the adolescent years, they would groom them and control their modes of thinking by instilling in them the ideas of their sign. How to act and react. How one was supposed to be like. And how one was not supposed to be like. What they could find attractive. What they couldn't. It was all a mess of indoctrinated and, for the most part, religious methods of raising children.
By Sonny Estrada5 years ago in Fiction
Improper Mage - Ch 5
Lady Monroe and her daughters were ecstatic during the carriage ride home. Pride filled her that each daughter found potential matches. Liana feigned happiness for her mother’s sake and to not drag anyone else down with her. All she could think about though was her secret and unexpected meeting with the king.
By Taylor Westwood5 years ago in Fiction
Water & Ice
I made it to the end of the driveway, and turned my head to peer up and down the road. Nothing looked familiar, and I had no idea where I was going. My hands were resting on the steering wheel of an old farm truck; my foot pressing down on the brake. I turned my vision to the passenger seat to see his head still resting in my lap; I reached out a hand to run through his hair, and before I could ask him which way to drive, his lips were parting and I heard a faint sound reach my ears.
By Maeple Fourest5 years ago in Fiction
So I was Probably A French Fugitive Pt. 2
It’s 4 a.m. and the sun hasn’t even risen yet. I haven’t slept since I formulated “my escape from Paris” plan. Full disclosure, I also haven’t slept because I went to hang out with my Turkish friends one last time at the kebab spot and we ended up in the nightclub until about 20 minutes before this.
By Kevin Martin5 years ago in Fiction
Heir of Manicot
Jistan rode in the center of a large group of armed men and women, along with the Highness who was disguised in a drab brown cloak. His horse was tame and well-trained, but he had only been riding several times in his life, and never for this long or this fast. His thighs and back ached and he was certain his backside was bruised from the constant bouncing gait of his mount. Still, he had never felt so excited in his life.
By Kristen Slade5 years ago in Fiction
Prompt 1
Three days in this strange college. Time for my first class, all it says is to meet professor Rowena, in the quad. I of course am there, thirty minutes early. Mostly because I was afraid of getting lost and being thirty minutes late. A woman walks up to me, tall and slim with a deep purple skin carrying an umbrella for the sunlight. "You must be the Headmaster's newest pet project, I am Rowena." She gracefully extends her hand, I do hesitate at first but reciprocate. "You are Adam aren't you?"
By Emrys Everette 5 years ago in Fiction
The Long Thaw
“DanniDanniGeddupGeddupGeddup!” Without thinking, Danni cracked open a bleary eye to the bright, hopeful little faces of her charges. That was her first mistake. The little horrors took it as a sign of proof of life, more than enough to warrant an escalation of joyful hollering, vigorous bed bouncing, sheet pulling, and a stellar test of the resilience of Danni’s belief that, if she ignored them for long enough, they would cease and desist. She lost. Again.
By Max Callow5 years ago in Fiction
Cordelia And The Magical Mysterious Links Episode 3
Please enjoy part 1 and part 2 if you haven't. Sunday came and went beneath a thick blanketing of dark clouds, telling me and others that today was going to be rainy from start to finish. Sitting alongside the river, looking out over the Mississippi from my second-floor brownstone window, I watched the storm roll across the area. It soaked the lands, raised the level of the river, and left behind floodwaters that covered the streets around my building. The intersection, completely submerged, had a small red Kia Soul stalled out, its' driver standing in knee-high waters as she struggled to stay on her feet in the fast-moving waters. She was having the kind of week I was, unbelievable.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Fiction
