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For the unfree women around the world
It is very difficult to believe that we all live in the same world, yet we do not have all the same benefits, freedom and rights which should be a universal choice for all mankind. From the dawn of creation we have always been fighting, in one form or the other to just be free, irrespective of where we are, or to whom we were born, Rich or poor.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
Cradle of Blue Waters
My child. Abigail stirred in her rest. The child didn’t realize she had been asleep. Awake, my child.
By M. Z. Belle4 years ago in Fiction
Bloody Red Light
Bloody red light hanging above me like an uncooked steak ready to be incinerated into smoke and flames. Where do I go from here? What should I do from this moment on? I don’t know. I have no clue. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way.
By 8th Street Pigeon4 years ago in Fiction
TCoE: Audiobooks
After many hours of vigorous narrating and editing, I have finally completed my first audiobook! As of now, the only book of my series, The Chronicles of Enchantments, that is available for purchase on Audible, is my short story, Healing Scars of the Past.
By Mel E. Furnish4 years ago in Fiction
Green Light Diner
She had worked at the Green Light diner for 8 years. 8 long, insufferable years of over easy eggs, barely cooked bacon and suspiciously salty ham sandwiches. The coffee was the perfect combination of gritty sludge and molten lava, and the plastic that cracked over the bursting booth seats was yellowing at the edges. She came each day at 4am, right as the night shift was wrapping up, and just before the morning rush of truckers, flaggers, and loggers. Her entire working career could be illustrated in one simple phrase. “Whatcha get?”
By Kavi Warrick4 years ago in Fiction
Backstory Blogs Pt. 6 - Wistria
** SPOILERS AHEAD** Excerpts from: The Deity Jewels, Part One: The Prophecy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wistria's first appearance
By Mel E. Furnish4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1
It’s been about four years now, but I am as much of a disappointment to my parents today than I was then. I came to Isledon after being offered a rather illustrious internship to become a blacksmith. Jumping on the offer without doing a bit of research, I would later come to regret it. Shocking, I know. Thom’s an honest man, and I can’t fault him if I’m going to be fair. Blacksmithing just isn’t my passion. Truthfully, it never was. I came here to escape the growing grip of responsibility being bestowed upon me primarily by my father.
By Despain4 years ago in Fiction
A Little Bit of Light
“What is this place?” "Bellerie Valley is a world within a world," I respond. "Something that shouldn't have existed but does."
By Karilin Berrios4 years ago in Fiction
Prelude
“What about this one, dear?” I’m sure she meant well, but I was not one for pomp and circumstance. And she knew this, but my mother was insistent. My mother also married when she was young, albeit too young in my opinion. Sometimes she feels the need to live through me vicariously, and I, the ever-doting daughter, allow her this fantasy.
By Despain4 years ago in Fiction
Saved
I stare before me at the crystalized, sharp bristles curtaining the cave. There's a reason these are there. A waterfall doesn't fall into itself or into nothingness.
By Karilin Berrios4 years ago in Fiction
Failure
Tom was just like any middle-class kid. He was a good football, basketball and baseball player. His first year of playing organized tackle football he won most valuable offensive player on his sophomore high school team. He made 46 of 50 free throws in a youth basketball competition and was always starting point guard for whatever team he played on. He pitched a perfect game in youth baseball and started in center field batting .632 for his high school JV team his junior year.
By Dr. David Yates4 years ago in Fiction
Becoming An Evil Overlord
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. I had no idea how my best friend, my Evil Empress and Dark Overlady, managed it, when the midnight sky was almost black, far from any description of 'blushing', but she did.
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Fiction