Fiction
Cats Gone Wild
“Benjamin, your life can change unexpectedly, so make the most out of your life.” That’s what my mom would usually say to me. My mom would always give me advice because that’s the caring mother she was. She would usually tell me that I should enjoy my youth while it lasts because my younger years will pass by quickly. Well I’m just 10 years old, but now I feel like my younger years have passed because everything I did with my mom is now just memories.
By Senorfruity2 years ago in Chapters
The Colors of Odds and Ends
Of course Carl was out the door first. The summer shower passed in the night but left the dew heavy on the grass. The morning sun sparkled with the possibilities of the day to the point of blinding Carl as he walked to the train station. The conversation he shared last night with Charlie and Rudy was short and the more he remembered it, the fact kept playing in his head that he was so tired at the end of the day, he couldn’t put his head around what the two of them needed. Instead he talked of his wants for them.
By G. Douglas Kerr2 years ago in Chapters
The Colors of Odds and Ends
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The dimples deepened as the sky turned slowly with the stars, their light falling soft as padded feet. Their dancing, just a breeze on top the trees waiting for the siblings to tire, end each summer night, and go to bed. Both were up past their bedtimes. Though for this summer, no curfew had been placed on them and nothing pressed to get them up in the morning.
By G. Douglas Kerr2 years ago in Chapters
Weapon V
Alan, Jack, and Bill stared dumbfounded at the now silent phone, while an occasional large piece of concrete from the decimated building across the way fell to the ground, shattering itself into small chunks. The wail of sirens and the shouts from the injured and those attempting to rescue them filled the area surrounding the embassy. Chaos reigned. Without speaking, Alan motioned for his associates to place their phones on the desk and follow him to the SKIF. Once the three were securely inside and the door sealed, they were free to develop a plan of action.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Chapters
The Wise Old Tree
Once upon a time, in a dense and enchanting forest, there stood a wise old tree named Elderwood. Elderwood had witnessed the passing of countless seasons, and its branches had provided shade and shelter for various creatures over the years. One sunny day, a curious and ambitious young squirrel named Nutmeg approached Elderwood.
By Natesh Kumar2 years ago in Chapters
Endless Day
Envision a reality where time sheds its conventional constraints, leaving behind the structured measurement of days, hours, and minutes to fade into obscurity. In this eternal today, aging becomes a distant notion, seasons remain frozen, and the relentless ticking of the clock comes to a complete halt. The constraints that bind us to the passage of time dissolve, ushering in a realm of limitless opportunities.
By Abdallah Daud2 years ago in Chapters
The Archive: Part One
Above the hearth, the greatest treasure ever pulled from the Archive hung in pride of place over the mantle piece. With intricate golden scrollwork running up the edges, its silver face gleamed in the semi-darkness of the empty bar room. On either side, despite their cost and history, the twin sabers from the Peninsula War paled in comparison.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Chapters
New Pangean Shift
"As you can clearly see by studying the map of present-day continents before the Carboniferous-Jurassic period Pangea from 336-175 million BC, each land mass fits together like a perfectly assembled puzzle," I explained to the handful of students assembled in the cavernous auditorium.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
The Entity Slayer
The two melanated small-statured women walked into the bar, and as heads turned, they looked ahead. The now, twenty-year-old Roya’Tea (Roya) Reign, walked up to the bartender and ordered a Pink Panties Martini, a code word for Elf’s Blood a tonic used for speaking to the Ancestors. Tika stood beside Roya with her back to the bar as she kept her eyes out for the shapeshifters, The Legion, that had been tailing them for the past five miles. “Ma, you sure this is going to help” Roya inquired as the bartender fixed the tonic. Tika knew there was nothing she could say to Roya right now that would calm her, so she did what she knew best, and just smiled.
By Anna Nikki Douglas, Ph.D2 years ago in Chapters
