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Darl Gainsberry And The Last Hope For The Peet People
Darl Gainsberry looked at his heart-shaped locket, kissed it, clinched it, said a silent prayer to be reunited to his fiancé, and tucked it back under his shirt. If he want to get back home he will have to help the Peet people rid of the savage tribe and their evil wards who threaten the Peet’s very existence. The answer for him to go home and to defeat Peet’s enemies are the power crystals found deep in the planet. These crystals can be crafted into anything imaginable and provide power to accomplish much.
By Benjamin Marsh5 years ago in Fiction
Café con leche
Sara was the color of a regular coffee from a Flatbush bodega – lots of cream and two sugars. Jamie was black coffee, straight up. When they ran back to their parents’ umbrella at Hilton Head – just days before everything changed – her father laughingly announced their arrival, “café con leche!”
By Olivia Newman5 years ago in Fiction
The Whittler
She sat in roped handcuffs that scratched the circumference of her delicate wrists – ‘cuffs wrapped so tightly the skin on both arms had developed a blue veil. Her wrists were still fit for purpose, and so it would not matter if they turned blue, orange, red, or green. Pain must take a back seat to productivity, and Sophie accepted those wrists were no longer her own.
By Louise Symons5 years ago in Fiction
Ultrastar
The year was 2137 and everyone was finally famous. Some things about living still weren’t quite right, though. People still had weight issues, and holidays were still exploited by advertisers too far in advance. It was during Christmastime that the E-G men took Samuel and Sharon Neerborg’s nineteen-year-old son, Rale, away.
By John Howard Matthews5 years ago in Fiction
The broken and the unbreakable
Anna looked down the crumbling cliff of debris as her outstretched arm dangled the heart-shaped locket over the edge by the attached chain. She couldn’t see the bottom. There was a grey fog that concealed the depths like a storm cloud over an island. That was where she once roamed just one year ago. And now she’s moved up a level and there was no difference. The struggle was not worth it. She had found no one.
By Euan Brennan5 years ago in Fiction
Chance & Choice
Pablo was always awake before his alarm went off. It was a habit long burned into his mind; a side effect of when his wife worked night shifts and he didn’t want the alarm to wake her when he got up for work. Every morning, just before he rolled over, he wondered if she was still asleep.
By Spike Nesbit5 years ago in Fiction
Marked By Frost
Marked By Frost 23rd of Great Frost, 2552 I draw a signet in the frost that develops on my bowl. I pretend that my superstition will carry me to Boein more often than not lately. Imagining what might have helped those keep their sanity before the envelopment of Für Rime. Would they need to journal? I hardly think that the problems of old could not simply be solved by a bath in the sunlight. I find myself losing focus more and more. I sometimes wish I could go back under, heaters do nothing on the surface and my meals freeze over before I can return from feeding Antoin. So I draw the signet that once kept the memory of my mother alive. No hunger grows stronger than that for the sight of my jewellery box. To hold it in my hands. It is perhaps the only thing that allowed me to be with her. I’m compelled to believe that I am chasing an honorable dream but the reward is not so. Not yet. My fixation on the reward compels me to wonder if my travels have turned me into a hedonist, perhaps I was always this way. What do I really want the box for I wonder? Is it worth all of this? I need to buy batteries. My light is beginning to flicker and I do not have many left. Tonight the light flickers on the signet and I rest, but cannot sleep. I hope I can find a safe community tomorrow.
By Max Jerome5 years ago in Fiction
Bedtime story
I'm going to tell you a story, a bedtime story, a story created by me. I chose this fairytail for my children and my nephew, because a wonderful meaning hidden in it. This family story, mentions a dream about a boy who doesn't walk, after having a terrible accident. The special message we all need to remember is that even a day or a dream can change our lives. One moment and one positive thought is enough. And that no matter how bad things look, we must always have faith and trust to people and to ourselves, that everything will be change for the best. Besides, hope lasts forever and love can defeat everything. Love overcomes fear, and the strength is always in the most unexpected place; within us..
By Isavella Ziova5 years ago in Fiction
A Grimm Cinderella. Top Story - June 2021.
When I was young, I read a lot on my own. My mom started me off with the classic fairy tales-- Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, Jack and the Beanstalk -- what she didn’t tell me was that the original Brothers Grimm versions of those same stories were absolutely terrifying.
By Anna Mirella5 years ago in Fiction
