Excerpt

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
The 'Essential Worker' crisis
Thank you to all the Essential workers who kept the literal and metaphorical fires from burning before, during and after the Pandemic. Your tenacity and courage in the face of adversity is admirable and worthy of the highest praise. Thank you.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
Falling too Deep
Sabrina stared out her window, she could see the tall, green trees covered in a light frost and sprinkled with snow. There was something magical about the pond and the trees that surrounded it. It made her feel at home and it had been a while since she felt that way. Her house felt empty since her husband had passed away. There was no longer a happy hum that filled the house, his mug had been standing in the cupboard for months without being touched, the pile of unread newspapers was stacked high, the dust had started to gather around his model ship collection, his desk stood untouched, the phone no longer rang. It was just Sabrina now. There were days when she just wanted to throw it all down and into the pond, but she lacked the strength to do so.
By Ada Zuba4 years ago in Fiction
Revenge is best served literally
Bull vs market , shorts, nude shorts, black pants, and custom made. It's okay if you do not know what these words mean. Hell i have never done much within the previous couple of weeks. I'm not an economist or anything like that, I'm a welding. But I even have always been curious about all the crazy ways we will make money or maybe the slightest odds. I knew that cash could bring out the worst in people but holy filth I didn't realize how bad money and pursuit could make people. and that i know of all the very dark things i might rather not mention . But what i'm talking about is what's considered a "white collar crime (s)". once more we all know that they're all liars and deceivers, who trample on many toes and fingers to urge to where they're . i do know that, I’m not naïve. But within the end, it's just a matter of your time before subsequent big thing happens. Hewu.
By bhup raj. kandel4 years ago in Fiction
Awake
The hour. An hour later Kennedy awakened suddenly, sweating profusely. An hour had passed since a mysterious force had put him to sleep. An hour since he lost his temper.
By bhup raj. kandel4 years ago in Fiction
Escape from the Loony Bin
08/07/21 “Ms. Rain, can you please give me your arm?” The man talking to me has the prettiest sapphire eyes, with specks of gold. I find myself so transfixed by his eyes that I didn’t catch what he said.
By Emery Pine4 years ago in Fiction
The Twelve
Very few alive now know of the days before the Council of the Twelve. The days when Ophiuchus was the thirteenth Zodiac. Though he is now associated with medicine in mythos, he was a terror in reality. A snake charmer, he would often leave baskets of asps at the doorsteps of his enemies or distil poisons from the very serpents he kept cloistered in his robes.
By Kierra Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
Don't Quote Me On That
When the elevator doors opened, Patti Interrante felt the shift in temperature immediately. The lower floors of the hotel were warmer than usual to accommodate the flower and garden expo taking place that weekend, and the constant misting systems used by most of the exotic plant dealers kept the place humid. Every hallway seemed to glow with the soft green lights that, according to the gardeners, kept the plants happy.
By Lacey Doddrow4 years ago in Fiction
G's Up
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Each bang was louder than the previous. Jada jumped up on high alert, she looked around the room. BOOM! She jumped up, almost tripping over the coffee table. She rushed over to the front door but couldn’t see anyone. BOOM! The banging seemed to be coming from the backdoor. “This Motherfucker is crazy as hell.” She thought to herself as she rushed through the living room and into the dining room. “Who?” She yelled picking up the bat she kept by the door for redundant customers. “It’s me.” As soon as she heard his voice she dropped the bat and let out a sigh of relief. It was Bam. She had been waiting patiently for him before she fell asleep on the couch. She unlocked the door ready to unleash a new type of pain. He had called her at 3 a.m. and it was now 5:47. Almost 3 hours she had sat waiting for him and she did not appreciate being treated like this. “What the fuck took you so long?” She yelled as she threw the door back. Bam stumbled in holding his arm blood gushing through his fingers. “Oh my God!” Jada exclaimed in horror. “What the fuck happened to you?” She cried out, damn near in tears. Bam looked down at her. “I’m ok.” He stated before collapsing on to the floor beside the kitchen table. Jada panicked as she slammed the door shut and dropped to her knees right beside him. “ You are not ok! You are bleeding.” She stated. “It went straight through.” He sneered as she tried to turn his arm to where she could see. She grabbed the belt on her robe and pulled it out revealing an all black nightie that gripped her curves just right. She tied it around his arm just slightly under his shoulder where he had been hit. “Stay here!” she yelled as she ran out of the room. Bam was surprised that he still had enough energy to chuckle at her, as she ran out of the room. “Where am I going?” he joked back watching her beautiful cognac colored booty bounce out the room. She was only gone for a couple minutes but it felt like forever. She returned with bandages, peroxide, towels, and a bottle of Sauza. She immediately began to put pressure on the wound. He grimaced as she boar down on the fresh wound. He reached around her with his good arm and grabbed the bottle of Tequila. She snatched the bottle and proceeded to open it. “This is not for you!” She glowered at him and proceeded to throw the bottle back. Wincing at how strong the tequila stung her throat she pulled the towel back. Bam snatched the bottle from her hands and proceeded to throw the bottle back as well. She began to clean and bandage the wounds on both sides. “Take this.” At this point Bam couldn’t focus on anything other than Jada’s curvaceous body. Her sinuous breasts were sitting in the black bra just right. They sat like ripe coconuts just waiting to be sampled. She placed the pill in his hand and proceeded to get up. She stood there giving him a full view of her radiance. He began to take in her natural curly hair, and her plump pouty lips. He admired her generous hips and thick thighs as she reached into the fridge. She handed him a bottle of water. “I need to get you somewhere comfortable.” She asserted. “Just give me a sec.” Bam responded as he proceeded to take the little white pills she had given him.
By Jeni B4 years ago in Fiction
Short stories #1
Short story #1 Flower Crown I remember that day, She wore a crown of marigolds that she had stolen from the sun kissed fields where we lay. She fiddled with the tall grass smiling slyly over her shoulder as laughter escaped her lips. Her chipped nails were orange. Matching the vibrant landscape. It was all sunshine. She was sunshine.
By Illusive4 years ago in Fiction
The Glorious Twelfth
(In the UK the "Glorious Twelfth" is the 12th of August which is the first day of the grouse shooting season - glorious for some but by no means all. But could the term have another origin?)
By John Welford4 years ago in Fiction
Perception is Everything
“Come on, can we go on, please?” I begged her. My lower lip forms a pout that I realize she’s paying no attention to. I turned my attention to our friend, Monica who stood beside me. She wore the same facial expression as I wore: annoyance.
By Lindsay Dewolfe4 years ago in Fiction