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Small Town Beginnings
Emma Rogers had always harbored ambitions of leaving her small hometown and pursuing a career in the bustling city, but fate seemed to have other plans for her. Stuck in Sleepy Hollow, New York, she toiled away as a secretary for the local newspaper, completing monotonous tasks that hardly tested her abilities. Her boss, a self-important editor, was of no help either, failing to recognize important news even when it was staring him in the face. Emma's existence seemed stagnant and unfulfilling, and she longed for a more exhilarating life.
By The Liv Chapters3 years ago in Fiction
How Did Formation?
If a band of sand was formed by the sea, then what made Earth become a planet, and if the Earth is a planet, how did the solar system form into the universe we know of today, and if the universe became the universe then how did we become human.
By Braydyn Lents3 years ago in Fiction
The Begining
It was a crisp November morning, the sun had not yet managed to penetrate through the stubborn cloud cover, so shadows still clung to the corners of the house. The grounds were scarce in stark contrast with the overbearing manor, it’s dark stone walls, gothic windows and spindly towers making a bold statement in the little wood clearing. Tall oaks bereft of leaves bordered the property, their long branches reaching out towards the manor as if the forest were trying to reclaim its rightful land. Leaves hung around the base of the trees, their colors muted by weeks of neglect and decay. A short, portly woman hurried up the path following the crumbling stone wall that led up to the old manor. Her skirts tangling around her legs in the strong late autumn breeze. Though even the wind was unable to move a single strand of hair in her stubbornly tight bun.
By Claire Jones3 years ago in Fiction
Bits & Pieces
What follows is an experiment I have conducted before, where I pool my decaying Vocal fragments and attempt to bind them in some cohesive manner. While I do put honest effort into molding the overall piece, it is still an attempt more desperate than intended--mainly because of the platform's 600 word minimum (for non-poetry submissions), which I find a hindrance and nothing more.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man3 years ago in Fiction
The Tragedy of Melissa and Doug
Melissa and Doug sat across from each other. In the same chairs they had sat for many years. Many decades even. A whole lifetime they had spent, sat across from one another. Any measure of love either had for the other had dissipated long ago.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction






