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Of Wolves, Ravens, and Writing Desks by Zachary A. Pieper - Chapter 2
Chapter 2 When the wolf met the Raven “Wakey wakey boyo!” Is all I hear before the cold water hits me. “Fuck! God dammit Ekkert!” I shout as I jolt upright, standing from where I slept on my sofa in the basement. Must have sat down and passed out.
By If You're Feeling Adventurous...3 years ago in Fiction
Of Wolves, Ravens, and Writing Desks by Zachary A. Pieper - Chapter 1
Chapter 1 What are you fighting for? When you sign up to The Cages, they don’t tell ya about the smell. Nor do they bother to mention how cramped the passageways are. They can’t even be bothered to clean the old guts off the floor apparently. But as long as the money is real, I guess none of it matters.
By If You're Feeling Adventurous...3 years ago in Fiction
Pixie Dust Gardens
Let's pick up where we left off last time... When Wendy had woken up, she was tired and confused and in the dark, literally, and physically. Where had she taken her? And what did she want with her anyways. With so many questions swirling around in her head, Wendy couldn’t decide whether she should find a way out of her current predicament or wait for someone to give her the answers. Did she really want answers in the first place?
By Amani Arts3 years ago in Fiction
Gaslit
I rush across 28th street from 3rd Avenue to 1st, trying to get my short legs to Bellevue as fast as I possibly can. It’s 9:42 am, his appointment is at 10 and I’m hoping to make it in time to catch him at the door. My heart has been in my throat since the last message I received from him the night before.
By Carolina Medrano3 years ago in Fiction
The snake and the human skull
Mr. Palomar was visiting the ruins of Tula, the ancient capital of the Toltecs, in Mexico. He was accompanied by a Mexican friend, an enthusiastic and eloquent connoisseur of Mexican culture before the Spanish rule, who was able to tell him many interesting stories about Quetzalcoatl. Quetzalcoatl was a king before he became a god, and his palace was built in Tula, where now only a row of columns remains, enclosing a patio in the style of an ancient Roman court.
By Moxadple ggg3 years ago in Fiction
The cat lived a million times
There is a cat that does not die even in 1 million years. In fact, the cat died a million times and lived a million times again. It was a beautiful tiger-spotted cat. A million people have doted on this cat, and a million people have cried when this cat died. But the cat did not cry even once.
By sissytisha4 years ago in Fiction
The fat and the skinny
At a railroad station on the Nikolaevsky railroad, two friends met, one fat, the other skinny. The fat man had just finished lunch at the station, his lips were still oily and shiny, like ripe cherries, and he smelled of white wine and fragrant orange blossoms. The skinny man had just gotten off the carriage, straining to carry boxes, parcels and cardboard boxes, smelling of ham and coffee grounds. Behind him, a lean woman with a long chin probes, his wife, and a tall high school student with one eye squinted, his son.
By sissytisha4 years ago in Fiction
