Series
Blood Moon Rise
Part I: She felt a change coming, she could feel it in the wind through her hair, and a sensation of tingles under her skin. Nothing felt quite like it did days before her seventeeth birthday. "Marcy?" called her mother, "we're here". Marcy and her mother had taken a trip from their home in New Orleans, abroad to a waterfront resort in Balmy Beach, Ontario. The only entrance to the resort was by boat. This was Marcy's longest voyage with her mother. Once the ship had come to a stop, they then boarded a paddle boat to reach the shallow rocky waters before the resort.
By Britt Dawson5 years ago in Fiction
Science the eye Can't See
In the depths of a forest in New Jersey there was a strange old barn, it had no doors; yet it was full of well kept tools. The machines were old, but well maintained, and used often to haul in harvest after harvest. A small farm, surrounded by a creek, endless woods, bountiful fields and cliffs. It was a poor area to cultivate crops, and seemed to have been abandoned long ago. Even so, one family ran a grainery; they dabbled in bakery commerce with a simple name: Feldspar Bakery & Grain. Despite how much product they pushed out, there were no outside farm hands, and no visitors to their fields.
By Crystal Ayers5 years ago in Fiction
Dreams of Lesser Gods
Falling with every bit of gravity's worst intentions, striking its' mark true and flush, the sledge hammer landed with a deafening thud. The high pitched ring of concrete clashing with iron, muffled by the crush of flesh and bone. Flesh and bone the width of a human hand to be exact, separating stone from stone breaker.
By Oren Lomena5 years ago in Fiction
Stockpile
It is 2034. Independent farms are obsolete. All forms of cattle are nearly extinct. Nina Claytor and her father, Wyatt, are all that is left of the family farm. The old barn now a withered blue, at her prime a lacquered navy. The only cattle left is that of the family's favoritism.
By Isabel Manning5 years ago in Fiction
The Obsidian Butterfly
Atzi didn’t believe in the gods. The all-powerful beings believed to be hovering above the grey clouds and moon, somewhere in the heavens, causing floods and fires and storms when forgotten or ignored. The beings that her people slit palms and splattered copper blood on the stairs of temples for and sacrificed the hearts of animals and slaves to keep their own hearts beating one more day. The beings that stayed quiet through it all.
By Zoe Mathers5 years ago in Fiction
Secrets From The Grave
I used to believe that love conquers all and family means everything. I was always the loyal one. The strong one. The one that mended things. I used to want to help, and I did. Always. I believed my family was so important. In fact, I believed they were the most important thing, but I was wrong.
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)5 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare into Fantasy
“Bro, how were you able to talk me into this?” Anthony grunted as he moved another bale of hay toward the front of the barn. Sweat was dripping furiously from his brow and he had long ago abandoned the ragged t-shirt he wore today. He should have known the day was going to play out like this. Every time… every…damn… time, Parker asked him to come out to his parent’s ranch, Parker, that sneaky s.o.b. always manipulated him into chores.
By JJ Sandler5 years ago in Fiction
The Marigold Scripture
Mara and Antonio had spent hours poring over old notes and going through pictures of other old pages from books that no longer existed. Mara’s eyes stung from having stared at the laptop screen so much and even Antonio had been rubbing his eyes, trying to clear his vision.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Fiction
