Fiction
Old Enough; Clara's Side
*To read this series from the beginning click here!* I watched as Aunt Pearl's taxicab pulled away from the curb and although I acted as if I was annoyed cousin Jolly was left home with me for the day, deep down I knew he might be needed. Truth is my bark is worse than my bite as they say; I ain't never bit nobody although I could give Jolly a good pinch now and then to calm his jumping bean bee-hind down. Letting Jolly into me and May's secret plans was a big to-do. How was I ever gonna trust his big ole mouth from blabbing away about me breaking the biggest rule ever: that being, never-ever-whatsoever go wandering down to Yonderville where white people dwelled. And second to that, never-ever-whatsoever hang around the train tracks.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Chapters
The Alternatives
The bell later rang for breakfast and they headed for the cafeteria. For breakfast they had hot cheese grits with a banana and a carton of milk. Since there was not much time left, Jake quickly ate the grits which were burning his mouth. But he was glad that Dylan was not in any of his classes.
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Chapters
The Guardian of Shadows. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: The Return of the Memories The wind whispered across the hills when Clara awoke. The air was fresh, and the city around her seemed unchanged, but something inside her was different. The emptiness in her mind, where the memories of Elias, Marcos, and the mystery of the seasons had once been, began to fill with a strange sensation. It wasn't just the landscape that seemed renewed, but Clara also felt as if she had been transformed.
By Bianca Rodrigues about a year ago in Chapters
The Iinglish of Dynya: Part 3
PART 2 HERE Pabbi was a content man. Too content, some would say. He did not weep alone at the altar on his wedding day, without bride or priest. He was the talk of Dynya, a man of sheer stoicism and unflappable restraint. Men would buy him drinks to hear his tale, pulling him off the streets and into shady bars, hoping to hear of a man with a strong will, untremblingly lip, and a renewed sense of bachelorhood. What they found, instead, was a bore.
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Chapters
PRODROME (ch. 2): Dummy. Content Warning.
Catch up on PRODROME! Read episode 1 below: * Rather than haphazardly running up the slanted staircase, Riley stretched his ascent more than twice as long as it should've taken. Each placement of either foot was accounted for — every pound of pressure and every cant of his big toes. Though the handiwork of the stairs appeared completely unreliable, the planks, bloated from seasons of rainfall, didn't so much as creak. He finally exhaled when he reached the top.
By Cody Ray George (Author)about a year ago in Chapters
PRODROME (ch. 1): Shake On It. Content Warning.
Choking on the stuffy interior of a glorified supply closet, Riley tried his hardest to listen to the words that trickled from an elderly woman's split lips. Dehydration sapped her face of color. She presented to him as the swaying, half-dead matriarch of a paranoid, Southern hamlet. A handful of seconds ticked by, and he drew in a breath so sharp, it stung his lungs. "Sorry, I—"
By Cody Ray George (Author)about a year ago in Chapters
Fragments of the Past
A cold and misty night at a small town diner. A man in his late 30s, wearing a weathered leather jacket and jeans, steps inside. He has a worn face and eyes that carry a heavy burden. He takes a seat at the counter. The waitress, wiping down a coffee pot, glances at him, recognition flickering across her face.
By Anthony Scottabout a year ago in Chapters
