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DECISIONS, OPPORTUNITY OR FATE!!
Hi friends, welcome to my adventure book! When I was young, and even as an adult, I loved those old Adventure books where I got to pick my own ending. They were awesome, with a huge amount of different ends to choose from. Some had maybe fifty different endings, so I sat here thinking how I could write an adventure book and make it my own, something different then anyone I have seen out there or heard of before. Then it struck me, I decided to write an Adventure book based on one main character, You, the reader.
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Fly Away Soul
Tap. Tap. Tap. The soft rhythmic sound echoed in the vast work room, off tempo of the classical music scratchily playing from a record player hidden deep in some forgotten corner. Rows upon rows of spools of red thread stood on massive bolts, taking up more than half of the room. A line from each spool led to the open side of the room making a pretty display of criss crossing patterns in the air. Each line ended at a central point where an old, worn spinning wheel sat before the only window in the room.
By S.R.Robertson_Author5 years ago in Fiction
Crazy Like Me
“He refuses to speak to anyone else,” Dr. Thomas stood in front of Harleen, arms folded in disapproval as he spoke. “I already told you, I can’t treat him, there’s history there that would make me biased. He knows too much already, it’s not safe,” Harleen stood firm, her right hand was planted on her desk holding her up. Dr. Thomas couldn’t tell it was the only thing keeping her from shaking at the idea of the request.
By Nicole Stennett5 years ago in Fiction
On a Foundation of Memories
You saw her today, while you were dreaming. A child not more than ten twirling and skipping through a wheat field, the sun shimmering across her skin. There’s no fear in her eyes, no screaming or shrieking in pain. No, in this dream she’s happy, laughing even. A sound you haven’t heard in a long time.
By Hannah Sharpe5 years ago in Fiction
Circumcision Machine
During the sixth decade of the twenty-first century, circumcision became obligatory to assure men of freedom of choice and pleasurable sexual intercourse. For joyous copulation, a man had to be circumcised before the voting age of twenty. Following that crucial chronology, it was well known worldwide that a man would be infected with Benisitis, the penis-voting controller, a genetically engineered virus of myriad mutations that was created by Benis Priestly, the President of the United Continents of Earth. Having decided to remain the President for the rest of his life, this virus assured him of at least half the votes. Following a man’s twentieth birthday, Benisitis would invade the prepuce of his penis and prevent any possibility of orgasm. To be able to ejaculate, the afflicted man had to vote for Priestly in order to access a four-year, gene-coded antidote. Priestly’s slogan was appropriately:
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Pianist
Today is Wednesday. In the dark and dreary town of Beldurra, there is a constant, thick fog. The town does not look particularly rundown or abandoned but it would still seem eerie and off-putting to any outsiders. As such, very little ever happened. Except on Wednesdays.
By Mae Namwob5 years ago in Fiction
Blue Dreams
I’ve had blue dreams for thirty-five nights now. Each dream is the same. I run in a field of long grass left to grow, my bare feet pressing into the soft, brown soil beneath. I am five years old, and I run towards the figures of a child’s imagination – pirates and princesses and ponies that prance. Then, as the last bit of sun disappears behind the trees, my world turns blue. The skies drip with a darkened blue that bleeds into the grass, the dirt below my feet, and my mother’s garden in the distance. Blue shadows loom over my house, and my breathing quickens with fright as I look down at my small hands, finding my skin stained with shades of blue as well. Tears swell in my eyes, and I blink because I know this is just a dream, and blue is just a color. But when they open, every part of the world I was just standing in has turned blue, so that that the trees blend in with the sky and the grass and me. All I see is blue, all I think of is blue, and I can’t remember what it’s like to be human because all I am is blue.
By Hannah Klingberg5 years ago in Fiction
