Series
Just a Package
The latest part of the dig site was just one of many exciting encounters today. The first level that worked on the opening found a few bodies that still had clothing on them. He fact it was preserved so well was much to debate about before even unearthing the rest of the remains.
By Julian Gaines5 years ago in Fiction
Not Quite Time, Not Quite Space
Auden Tholos, the son of Audra Tholos, stared up from the floor of Rosette Gok’s kitchen. Auden’s eyes, bloodshot with tears, were initially wide with intrigue, but quickly scorched over into a churning mix of anger and something else equally passionate. Green droplets clung to the ringlets on his head and the outer layer of clothing proving to Emma Mota where he was before arriving here. Auden Tholos was not one for greetings and guess work. With accuracy he deduced the reason for his sudden appearance before an unknown woman and her. Auden shaped his gaze with that of Emma Mota. Pain, the same kind striding with Auden, existed in Emma and together their pain greeted as quiet signs, flushed cheeks, and a lowered guard soon to be hoisted higher than it ever was before.
By M. J. Luke5 years ago in Fiction
On Frozen Pond
Corbin had been watching the clouds for the last forty-five minutes as they gradually darkened over the mountain peaks. He knew a system was moving in & that storms were expected by evening, but he had hoped to reach the cabin before they hit. He was close—only seventeen miles to go—but the road from here would be narrow & winding, with frequent steep drops off the shoulder, & the freezing drizzle had begun.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock5 years ago in Fiction
Box Full of Love and Adventure
It’s crazy how you could wake up one day and your whole world could change. How a couple of years of your life could erase, and blur out any memories you’ve ever had. How the people closest to your heart could just disappear in a blink of an eye.
By K.J.George5 years ago in Fiction
City of Angels
The rich earthy aroma of the smoke from the lit cigar neatly perched on the edge of the crystal ashtray filled the room. His voice echoed off of the dimly lit walls, its timbre emphasizing the gravitas of his persona and the authority of his reputation. He was undoubtedly one of the most acknowledged private detectives north of the rust belt. And yet, his personality was straight out of the 1950’s, as though he didn’t miss a beat in the subsequent decades. Nevertheless, his work spoke for itself, which is why there was usually a line of people out the door waiting to hire him for his expertise in missing persons cases. Today, however, was a different story, as the office was eerily empty, and the only sound that broke the silence was his somber voice as he answered a call from a potential client.
By Mir Shajee5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter two
The madness was unreal. My head underwater I wasn't even fighting to get back to the surface. I witnessed a star in the eye of infinity. I was consumed by the ultimate power. The demons summoned procured the gates of hell. A symbol of devouring destruction. I was damned. I was forsaken.
By Samuel Bitner5 years ago in Fiction
Selection (ch.1)
Joey Wylie bounded down the street, the wind rushing through his auburn hair and piercing into his young green eyes. Excitement was coursing through his long, lanky limbs like electricity. For today was the day! It was his first day of being 13, which meant that THE Mr Bruce Bleu was going to teach him how to mow the lawn.
By Naomi Spooner5 years ago in Fiction
Heirs to Olympus: Light of Day
On a hot July day, I was walking down the street with my best friend, Maria. We were on our way home from the gym. We had been working out every day that summer, training our bodies and minds to become as strong as possible. We were training so intensely because we had a goal very few have, to become superheroes.
By Terrance L Williams Jr5 years ago in Fiction
