Excerpt
Bleed
The "scientific studies" have finished now, and my captors allow visitors to crowd around my cage. They stare. Their shocked, rapt faces and hushed conversations tell me what I already know. This color is new to them, never before seen. The color of my blood. The color of love.
By Sital baniya4 years ago in Fiction
Rose Red
Harrison stepped through the glass doors and entered the waiting room of Sleeping Beauty Inc. With pink metallic chairs and faux snakeskin seats, it was obviously not his regular hangout. He sat down anyway, close to the door. From the least obtrusive seat in the room, he could see three monitors showing Sleeping Beauty Inc. success stories.
By Stephanie Van Orman4 years ago in Fiction
Gone the Tides of Earth
At first light I am up by the soft blue of breaking dawn. The morning has come clear and cool with a steady breeze sifting in the screen. Alci and Jacqueline lie asleep faced opposite on the bed and I resting on the floor, clothing and pillows cushioning hardwood.
By James B. William R. Lawrence4 years ago in Fiction
Whenever You Want
Christina Witten placed the final double red lines at the end of the last column on her accounting exam. She flipped her test booklet to the front to make sure her student information was correct and then she gathered her things together. She felt a certain relief as she saw she was not the first person to finish the test and not anywhere near the last. It was comfortable for her to finish sometime in the middle. All her numbers matched, so it had to be good enough. She turned in her exam, swung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the door.
By Stephanie Van Orman4 years ago in Fiction
Water
As a boy, I lived close to a raging river. If I kept my bedroom window open at night I could hear the waters tumbling over and over as they roared and rumbled into infinity, for not a half mile from my home an enormous waterfall thundered over a high cliff forming a deep swirling pool of dark water on the rocks below. This river was said to be fed by a hundred streams.
By Dan Glover4 years ago in Fiction
Acceptance
At one time I worked for a factory owned by a big corporation. I was in charge of making sure production goals were met each month. Everyone in the factory knew my name. I was the one they would come to when trouble brewed. I could be counted on. People called me mister and sir.
By Dan Glover4 years ago in Fiction
Guilt (Chapter 1 Only)
Guilt wasn’t usually a problem that a do-gooder would’ve had, right? They wouldn’t get torn apart over events they couldn’t change. They would smile just as much on the inside as they do on the outside. A good person wouldn’t have to keep looking over their shoulder, watching and waiting until either the hidden enemy wins or someone chooses to bail them out.
By Samantha Rhyalynn Hendrix4 years ago in Fiction
TALKING ROCK TALES
Granite and Sandi Stone "I was the foundation of the everything, you know." Grani let out a deep sigh. The sparkles that were his eyes flickered so that anyone far below or far away could see him. Sandy, who sat right at his feet, sighed along with her friend. They were much alike. Alike, except that Grani had been here longer. Grani had been pushed from the far distances up north. He had seen the place called, THE BOWELS and even had stories to tell about the time the COLD CUT came across. He had truly been around in time. With time, he had grown harder than anything Sandi could imagine.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Fiction
The White Ripper
4. In her upscale home in the gated community of Rinconada Hills in Los Gatos in Silicon Valley, a home she deleted from Google Maps and Map Quest, cyber genius Vicky Volker sat before her three computer screens and searched the Internet for the next racist pig or pigs for Clyde to kill.
By Keith Seewald4 years ago in Fiction
Dear Mutti
Saturday, October 9, 1937 Dear Mama, I’ve started working. I was able to start working within the first few days after Eitan was fired. It’s hard being a working woman. I’m always so tired, but obviously that’s just par for course these days. Eitan has been staying home with Ruth while I work, so I’m glad we didn’t have to get someone else to watch her. We wouldn’t be able to afford it, which is why I’ve always stayed home with her.
By Emery Pine4 years ago in Fiction
