Excerpt
Car writer
Who can write when the heart is burdened? His head in his hands, he tried not to concentrate on his current situation. He listened to his stomach growling. No food. a constant reminder of the importance of writing these reviews. Last week his schedule had been crowded with shows - introducing all the latest lines of cars for this new year. He had been eating shrimp, roast beef, and numerous other varieties of appetizers. Free coffee and free soda. He could have had free wine but he didn’t drink. Now, a week later, he was back in his apartment. He still had to review all the brochures he had collected throughout the week. His growling stomach shifted his focus off his work. He had no free food left. He wished he had brought home a chunk of brie, or a bunch of grapes. Other guests had taken food to their room. He should have just had his food travel a little bit further- to his apartment.
By Antoinette L Brey3 years ago in Fiction
Waiting for the Sun
Jack doesn’t love me anymore. I’m not saying this simply because he stopped saying it. There are other ways to tell. Like the way he creates distance between us. He calls me now and then, but we never see each other more than once a week. That might not bother some people, but it infuriates me. Other times, I’m consumed with sadness. When I was sick five months ago, he sent me a box of chocolate-covered Oreos wrapped in red ribbon, but he never came to see me. Is that love? In the beginning, he played the song “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran while we sat in his parked car. He used to grin a lot and say things like, “We finally found each other,” and “You really are the perfect girl.”
By Jennifer M. Ward3 years ago in Fiction
If I Tie U Down by Stephanie Van Orman
Wedding Day - Shannon I stayed over at my parents’ house the night before the wedding. All the girls stayed with me, and though there were many jokes, most of them were merely in the form of unusual lingerie. When I woke up, I immediately went to make sure no one had written on my face that night. No one had, which was good, because I had had it with ink pranks.
By Stephanie Van Orman3 years ago in Fiction
Kiss of Tragedy by Stephanie Van Orman
Persephone chose a white silk gown and white slippers that laced up her shins. The dress fastened over one shoulder while the other shoulder remained bare. She used a pair of sapphire clips to hold the fabric in place; one on the shoulder and one on her back to give the dress some shape by pulling the silk tight around her waist. Then the nymphs finished her hair and they left the tower together.
By Stephanie Van Orman3 years ago in Fiction
Unfamiliar
Clementine watched eagerly as her mother placed more logs onto the growing pile for the evening’s bonfire. Tonight, will be the night, she just knew it. For as long as anyone could remember, witches and warlocks on their sixth year of celebrating Beltane, receive the gift of their Familiar from the forest. This year was Clementine’s turn.
By Bianca Pole3 years ago in Fiction
Time Over and Again, Final Chapter
To start from the first chapter, click here. To read the previous chapter, click here. Len sat shaking in the empty field, with nothing and no one around to distract him away from himself any longer. His eyes filled with tears and he wiped them away only for them to fill again. Again and again and again and again. None of them would bring him back.
By Tanner Linares3 years ago in Fiction
Dear Felix
A wolf howled, the sound low and haunting. Soon, it was joined by more voices. Dear Felix looked at me, his eyes wide. The night's festivities had just ended, but the staff and the man of the house remained in the gardens, soaking in the moonlight and the stories of the stars. All others had returned to their homes around the village. It was growing lighter out, but the moon still held its proper place. Exhaustion had taken hold of many of us prior to the sounds of the wild animals but now we were all alert.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
Autumn in New York
It’s a quiet, cloudy evening in New York City. When I arrived home from work a little while ago, I went straight to my bed. Not to sleep yet, but just to relax. I’m beat. It could be the gloomy fall weather, or my illness, or a bit of both. Fridays are great, but they can feel rough sometimes after pushing so hard all week. Either way, tonight is a time to rest, drink coffee, and write. In the morning (when I have more energy), I will go for a walk. Tomorrow is a new day.
By Jennifer M. Ward3 years ago in Fiction
The Kingdom of Lies & Gems 2
The carriage arrived at the small bridge that connected the city with the Avilla castle since it was surrounded by a small river. Vierizen had 5 rivers flowing through its lands and it was said that Artanges became the capital as it was the only place where all 5 rivers passed through it.
By Harrys Stratigakis3 years ago in Fiction
31 Days of October Writing Prompts
October is right around the corner, and what better month to inspire creativity and story? For this year, I decided to create daily writing prompts for the month for inspiration to exercise the writing brain. To have fun with putting down whatever comes through the pen—or if a sudden urge comes along, a paintbrush.
By K. Kocheryan3 years ago in Fiction
