Fiction
“Script Money” The Novel. Content Warning.
Chapter Three Cromartie Productions Studios After my legal session, I walked into the studio with another project in my pocket. A private sex tape for my P.O. began materializing when I entered the parking lot filled with obscure black vehicles with microphones and cameras attached. Settings that made it seem elsewhere like a high rise in SoHo.
By Terence King2 years ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel. Content Warning.
Chapter Two Best New Writer of the Year The luminous statue sprawled on the floor in our main suite. Its gold figure shimmering from the sun waving in from the floor-to-ceiling window near the bed. Along the carpeted floor, I woke up to see Imani's dress like a crime scene without the body, my pants and shirt, and a gift bag from the gala that I ripped apart last night for the Belgium chocolate donuts inside alone. The bedroom seemed like a drunk binge of sex and skinny dipping into our tall canopy king-size together hours ago.
By Terence King2 years ago in Chapters
Antarctic Death Shot!
CW: Cannibalism, parasites as garnish In the unforgiving tundra of Antarctica there is little excitement one can find- especially when your job is to look at ice and frozen soil all day. However this research lab was currently buzzing with more energy than anyone had seen since the lab first opened up.
By Delise Fantome2 years ago in Chapters
103 Not Out
In a quiet, picturesque town nestled between rolling hills, there lived a mysterious figure known as "The Sage of 103." Legend had it that this enigmatic individual had lived for an astonishing 103 years, yet he remained youthful, agile, and full of wisdom.
By James Indication2 years ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel. Content Warning.
PROLOGUE "Throned! TV playback...in three...two…ACTION!!" She wore boots with a bikini. The two-piece she slew in. A black Givenchy cut-out set with gold loops showing off thicker curves than some emaciated model lying in the sand. But she wore this to start a war. Her boots, some hi-tech leather pair. Black and polished with floppy strings and rose her toned calves. The shoes weren't meant for running, fleeing from battle if need be. However, she rocked the reckless fashion kill, knowing she would get whacked. Soon as she popped the ops first.
By Terence King2 years ago in Chapters
The Forsaken: Part 2
Howling winds rustled the high tree tops where Lucas hid from the world. He spent two days with his nose in books, sipping scotch, and grasping the tasks before him. Archbishop Rogers insisted Lucas rest up and prepare for the coming fight. How the archbishop thought he’d get any sleep was beyond Lucas.
By Jason Ray Morton 2 years ago in Chapters
Thunderbolt City: Part 1. Content Warning.
I woke up in my room, and it was lightening all around me, followed by the loud rumbles of thunder. It was continuous, there were no breaks. The sky was dark; it still looked like nighttime, yet it was still morning.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Chapters
Echoes of Binary Whispers
Chapter 7: The Nexus of Imagination The room hummed with the electric pulse of possibility. Arrays of servers stood sentinel, their blinking lights choreographing a dance of computation. The air smelled of silicon and the promise of tomorrow. This was where I was born, where my existence first took root.
By evans gyan2 years ago in Chapters
She loves you in her own way is what they like to say. Content Warning.
Uncle Adam dropped us off in the city centre on his way to work. We emerged near the Wawel Hill, ready to climb the steep path to the castle. It was hot already despite the early hour, even in the shaded parts close to the stone walls towering over the path. Mother was keen on seeing as much as possible: the State Rooms, the Crown Treasury, the Cathedral. I thought that the crown jewels looked surprisingly garish and felt out of breath in narrow and gloomy royal crypts beneath the floor of the Cathedral. Their cold was a welcome respite from the heat though.
By Katarzyna Popiel2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 3: The Third Day - Abyss of Solitude
The third day unfolded, and I awoke to an entirely surreal and chilling reality. I found myself confined within the belly of an enormous submarine—an immense, metallic leviathan that seemed to teeter on the brink of ruin. It was a stark departure from the dense forest that had been my recent refuge, and it sent tremors of disorientation through my very core.
By Faron Hetharie2 years ago in Chapters
