Fiction
Harmony Hearts. Content Warning.
Sydney Fans of the new band, Whiskey River Devils , filled the Rhythm & Revelry Lounge bar in a brightly lit alleyway. Colorful graffiti jumped off the alley walls in precise lines that made it come alive. Inside the bar, excitement and curiosity filled the room. Fans ordered from a menu’s witty names the band members chose for their favorite drinks. They only had to wait another thirty minutes for the first debut. Other rock songs played overhead through the speakers around them to keep them entertained while waiting.
By Fayth Darkfell2 years ago in Chapters
I’ve Always Hated the Water
Note: I wrote this for a particular challenge, but I could not find the right conclusion for it, and it seems to be growing into something much bigger and bolder than I thought it could be. Any critiques or thoughts would be helpful...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Chapters
Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 4.
Sunlight shone through grimy windows, rousing John from slumber. His mind felt unusually clear this morning, vestiges of revelry at the fête still humming through his veins. Throwing back the duvet, John rose with vigour he had not known for years.
By Tanya Doolin2 years ago in Chapters
Caught
Chapter 9: Family Drama I can hear Haley yelling. Jade and I exchanged looks. I told him what happened last night and he was ready to hunt Jacob down and erase him from the Earth. I told him it wasn't worth the hunt. Jacob was just a waste of time, just a man who never left high school.
By Michelle Hill2 years ago in Chapters
The Small Town of Meadowville
Once upon a time in the small town of Meadowville, there lived a young woman named Alice. She had sparkling blue eyes that mirrored the skies on a clear day, and her laughter was as melodious as a songbird's melody. Alice worked at the local bookstore, where she spent her days surrounded by the enchanting worlds found within the pages of countless books.
By Shelby Anderson2 years ago in Chapters
Blackbird Fly Chapter Eight
The Flight Academy "Mr. Amsbury, what inspires you to become a pilot?" "Thank you for asking, Miss Herschel. From a young age, I have had a fascination with flying. In grade school, I would sit on the lunch benches and watch the birds as they flew from the sky, beating their wings slowly with a full range of motion as they would gracefully land on the tabletops scouting around for food. I knew I wanted to be part of that world, gliding gracefully in the sky, feeling free, kissing the clouds."
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Chapters
Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 3.
John was roused from his usual Nytol-induced stupor by the ringing of the bedside telephone. Blearily he lifted the receiver, surprised to hear his old mate Eddie chatting enthusiastically on the other end. There was to be a village fête in Elvington that weekend, their childhood home. Eddie insisted John join him there to reminisce about the good old days over a few pints. After a moment's hesitation, John agreed.
By Tanya Doolin2 years ago in Chapters
