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The Terrible Fate of Gideon Dormer: Part 2
I thought I had left myself enough time. Enough time to get ready before dropping past Alistair’s room under the pretence of picking something up. I knew I wanted to wash quickly but that wouldn’t take twenty minutes! I did, however, forget to factor in Mother who I passed on my way up. She smiled at me, exchanged the usual niceties and when we said good night, I assumed that would be its natural conclusion. Apparently not.
By T.A. Seed3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 97
After Avion was done bragging to Draco about his power up , he threw Draco across the battle field . Avion shouted at Draco , “ extra power and defense ! How do you like it ?”. Draco’s dragon recovered and tried to tackle Avion from behind , but was backhanded by Avion . The dragon was also sent flying like his master . They weren’t physically hurt , but you could tell Avion was getting to their pride as they stared him down after landing . The way they took there time getting up seemed more mental than physical . They stared each other down for a few minutes while Avion stood there laughing . Meanwhile I'm just wondering if Avion is crazy , or if he's implementing mental warfare . I concluded that both can be true .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
The Mind of A Child Part One
The children arose like clockwork, oftentimes getting up before their parents. Some kids milk it and do everything to stay asleep. At times they work even harder to try and stay asleep. It's like a part-time job they have. We forget what might be going through the minds of our children; their struggles, their friendships, and the things they see. Their experience is lost on some of us, but it's not all over. We can put ourselves in their shoes and their wonderful minds.
By FRANK? Piccolella3 years ago in Fiction
On the streets of... #7
We went back to the precinct and put Mr Davis into one of the interrogation rooms. As I said, it's a common cop trick to leave the perp sitting and thinking for a few hours. They will play out all the worst-case scenarios in their head and they will freak themselves out nicely. Well, some of them. Still worth a try.
By John H. Knight3 years ago in Fiction
On the streets of... #6
Naturally, we had stuck in traffic. Because there is nothing better than sitting in a closed car with a grumpy and scary dude who you already managed to piss off.
By John H. Knight3 years ago in Fiction
The Perfect Weekend
“We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy, A-frame cabin. It was now less than a minute that Phineas the almighty will have a wonderful weekend getaway. He still couldn’t believe the coupon he got for this AirBnB but everything seemed to line up perfectly with today so he had no worries.” Phineas’s red sedan pulled up the cabin’s seemingly endless clear driveway. He got out when he finally parked and took a second to absorb the snow covered forest surrounding him. He looked back at the unaffected road he had just come from. “Everything lined up perfectly, definitely fate.” He walked over to the trunk and popped it open. A tied-up man laid twisted before him with a piece of tape covering his mouth. He stared up at Phineas with terror in his eyes.
By Michael V3 years ago in Fiction
I Told You So
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It was the third time that day I had come up that god-forsaken little road and each time with diminishing success. I heard the wheels bite into the knee-high snow through the vibrations in the steering wheel while cold air poured in through the open window onto my already frozen forearms. I had barely enough strength to turn the wheel, but it had to be done. There was, quite frankly, no other way. I grabbed the side of the truck with my arm and leaned as far out as it would go. If the truck didn’t make it up this hill, we would have to get out and push it, and there was no bloody way that I was going to do that.
By George3 years ago in Fiction
A Little Alone Time Together
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. A wave of relief washed over us as we approached the garage just down the hill from the cabin. By the last leg of our trip up the mountain, we were white-knuckling the steering wheel and "oh shit" bar, respectively. The winding roads were bad enough in good weather, and the weather was anything but good that evening, the snow falling quick and thick. I actually sighed with relief when David parked the car safely within the garage.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)3 years ago in Fiction
Harold's Destiny
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It really did look lovely, and I was beginning to look forward to a week’s holiday with my mates Brad, Phil, Wallace and Sir Harold Whitaker Stolt III, Destroyer of Worlds. Yes that is his actual name. No I am not joking. His mum and dad took turns naming their kids, and since Harold was the middle child, his dad got to name him. Anyway, we got up to the top of the hill and parked the car. I opened the door to get out, but immediately slammed it shut and exclaimed, "Bugger this, let's go somewhere warmer!", and without hesitation Brad put the car into reverse, and we were rocketing down the mountainside - or rather, off the mountainside - as Brad had been a little bit too keen for our new plan to visit the Caribbean and failed to make the turn in time. As we made our untimely departure from the road, we spent a few seconds plowing through a patch of shrubbery and small trees before bursting out the other side in slow-motion. We spent a brief moment weightless as our Subaru de-forester levitated in the air, not dis-similarly to how a cartoon character would do, before slowly creaking and tilting forward to face the several hundred metre drop that awaited us. We all fastened our seat-belts upon seeing this. As the car began to plummet downwards, racing towards it's terminal velocity like a dog chasing literally anything, Harold began to panic. He did this even despite the large, friendly letters on the cover of his copy of The Hitch-Hikers Guide to The Galaxy specifically instructing him otherwise. "Brad you bloody plonker! You've killed us! We're all going to die!"
By Daniel Lowe3 years ago in Fiction
Blatherskite
1 - A quiet wait We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. There was only two of us occupying the four-wheel drive monster that was chosen for this mission. Lolli was driving while I consulted the map; it was not hard to find the cabin, now we just needed to wait. When we pulled up to the cabin, I got out and assessed our situation. There was only the one road, no back way out, that was good. I double checked to make sure our tracks had been properly concealed, they were. I also made a mental note to let Sax know that the vehicle, her new invention, worked like a charm. We found a good place to conceal our conveyance and then we entered the cabin.
By Floyd Doolittle3 years ago in Fiction
Snow Flake
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It was one in a row of seven identical A-frames, like a stuttering alphabet.
By Vivian R McInerny3 years ago in Fiction
5 Rock-Solid Reasons Why God Definitely Exists That You Can’t Possibly Argue With
I recently wrote about how God cannot possibly exist. Since then, I’ve been informed by some of my readers that I was wrong. God does in fact exist, and here are some excellent reasons why that is definitely the case.
By Edward John3 years ago in Fiction