Excerpt
Hold Your Breath
“My cheeks hurt from laughing’ reaching out the longer of her legs, drawing a pictograph in the sand with her toes. ‘let’s shave our heads and join a cult… want to?’ daring me. Her long legs stroke the sand like a brush, doting the eyes on her ancient drawings. Reproducing the cartoons, she loves so much found in French caves.
By Craig Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
The Origin of the Yellow Emperor (Excerpt from "Immortal")
... Huangdi was actually among the five ruling dragons. Five dragons served as guardians of our world: the black dragon of the north, the white dragon of the west, the red dragon of the south, the azure dragon in the east, and the yellow dragon served in the center. The yellow dragon would travel between heaven and his fellow dragon brethren to report life on Earth back to the gods.
By N. Bradton4 years ago in Fiction
The Stiletto Vote
THE PASTURE The pine-tree lined shores of Lake Sebago, Maine greeted Lawrence James “Mac” Cain’s eyes as he drove languidly over the black asphalt road leading around the five-mile-long resort area. He stopped his gray Mercedes L-Class car as he studied the scribbled directions to find the hamlet of Sebago Woods.
By Gerald Loeb4 years ago in Fiction
Alexa Kills
A woman named Diane killed herself after her husband leaves her for a younger woman named Jill. Diane who splits her wrists decides with her last breath to curse her husband Bill's prized possession of his new Alexa and her soul goes into it. A month later Living with his girlfriend Jill and wants to put the death of Diane behind him. Jill opens up a box that has a new Alexa that Bill has bought from Amazon. Bill connects everything in his house to his Alexa including his electric car and Jill's car as well. Bill loves technology.
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Fiction
English in the Dark
Delivering English, Chapter 14 English lay in absolute darkness; it was not like being in a darkened room or even in a room with no windows and a closed door but an actual complete void of light, which caused his eyes to begin to hallucinate stars and spots
By Kevin Gaylord4 years ago in Fiction
Excerpt From a Novel I’m Slowly Writing
It’s been three weeks since the funeral, and all I could do was visit Rose’s grave. Every day, for hours on end, I just stood there thinking in a perpetual loop. Maybe this is a dream. She’ll walk up behind me, hug me, and we’ll smile. It’ll be any minute now. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. Maybe this is a dream…that’s where the loop restarted, just going and going. There wasn’t anything else my mind could think of. Accepting what had happened felt impossible, as if this was all one big mistake. Rose wasn’t the type of person who could be killed, her life couldn’t just be over. I felt like such a child for thinking like this, but there was no way around it. She was always there in each of my darkest hours, so where is she now?
By Zack James4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures Of Cyruss Skull
As it was written, the portents of his birth were witnessed across The Nine Great Galaxies. The Galpharidon returned to the rim of The Golden Galaxy after millennia in the void, in the farthest reaches of The Red Galaxy, above a planet named Voriancor, The Rangers Of The Star Elan stood against a fleet of United Intergalactic Consortium and decimated them, despite being vastly outnumbered, The Skellerites vanished from Galaxy Fractum and the ancient Mass Relays of The Courzai were discovered scattered throughout The Nine and beyond. Immediately after news of these portents had been disseminated, the believers, and a few nonbelievers, began their search for the being described only as “The Boy”.
By Carl Carter4 years ago in Fiction
Forever is Our Today
One tip-toe away from free fall, Dody gazed down into the unlit depths of the stairwell she found herself atop of. A red something glowed far past the place where she lost count of the stairs, beckoning to her with a crimson lark and a faint hum. It seemed animate compared to the surrounding obscurity. Breathful. With a squint, Dody reached her hand straight out from her chest and parted her lips in a soft oh of appreciation; she imagined her fingers getting warm where the light met her skin.
By Alana Walker4 years ago in Fiction
Freedom
Freedom By: Megan Davis Chapter 1 It’s 10 am on a Friday and I’m sitting in my history class counting down the minutes until I can finally escape this classroom. Listening to Mr. Smith yammer on about 1913 is like sitting on a pile of nails. It’s extremely painful. The walls are suffocating me as I sit here, slowly coming in closer and closer.
By Megan Davis4 years ago in Fiction
