Mystery
What Exactly Happened: Part 2
There were times though when everything went wrong. Those were the times that got under his skin. When he had to put a smile on and pretend that everything was alright. When he couldn't stop himself from thinking about how much they mattered to him; how much he needed them. That time was one of the worst. After a particularly terrible day at work, he returned home and collapsed onto the sofa, throwing an arm over his eyes and wishing that it would all go away.
By Penned by Ria4 years ago in Fiction
What Exactly Happened: Part 12
This was probably one of the first times he saw Michael showing any emotions. He had always assumed that he wasn't very emotional, but clearly, things weren't so simple between the two brothers anymore. Not if this was the way he was reacting. And judging by how upset he was, it didn't seem like things were going to improve shortly either. The two of them simply remained there, staring at the door. It was clear that neither of them wanted to admit to what had happened. Neither of them wanted to admit that they had lost their chance to escape. That their life had once more become pointless. That this world – this world that had once meant so much to them – had once again brought them nothing but pain and suffering. That they had given up all hope. In reality, things weren't that bad. After all, they had a roof over their heads, food on the table, and a phone and internet connection. They were surviving just fine. There was nothing they needed to worry about. Things would work themselves out eventually. They just had to wait it out and deal with the inevitable.
By Penned by Ria4 years ago in Fiction
Through the Looking Glass
A MODERN ALICE Patricia Feinberg Stoner Jenna I lost myself today, and I don’t know how to get back. I was in Brighton, on the Sussex coast, wandering the lanes and enjoying the sunshine. I wasn’t really shopping: when you are furnishing a 1930s flat in London, you don’t really expect to find something appropriate amid the rustic pine of a Sussex antique shop. But you never know.
By Patricia Feinberg Stoner4 years ago in Fiction
Ida Verrei, "Arràssussìa"
“She is still with us, Santino. In the scents and voices of your ancient alley, in the cracks in the tuff walls of your home, in the song of the surf on the rocks of Mergellina, in the color of the forgotten wisteria. In the laughter of children, who are not hers. “
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Fiction
'Til Death Do Us Part (EP. 3)
So she did. It was probably the hardest thing she'd ever done, but for the next 15 minutes, she pictured each crisp intake of air floating up to her brain to grab her wayward thoughts and banishing them from her mind, where they dangled helplessly in the air in front of her.
By Danicia Lee-Hanford4 years ago in Fiction
What is all this news about UFOs and aliens in 2022?
At night, when pitch-black darkness covers the horizon and complete silence pervades throughout, something like a flying saucer descends from the sky with strange creatures travelling through it, and in the midst of a green light there appears to us a creature with a big head like an inverted triangle and wide eyes that radiate power and indignation. Just got off his spaceship from outer space to invade Earth and wipe out humans.
By Macy Brooklyn4 years ago in Fiction
The Scandal: Part 6
...part 5 *Sighing heavily.* Most of these articles weren't detailed enough. Sam skimmed them briefly before stopping and staring intensely at the screen. 'That guy...that guy was the reason for everything!' he thought, clenching his fists. 'He was the reason for Dad's death!'
By Fiction 'Ai' Writer4 years ago in Fiction
Camp Granada
Dear Mom: Day 1 - I'm not sure this is the best place for me to "toughen up," as Dear Old Dad says. So what if I am a bit plump? I'm also short, are you going to put me on a rack to "straighten out" quite literally? So what if I prefer reading to playing sports? I think you're barking up the wrong tree. Speaking of trees, these are pretty creepy around here. Half are dead, and the other half have all kinds of vines hanging from them, like they're snakes or something waiting for you to look away before they strike. The first day of summer camp isn't the best time to pull out the word "ominous." I'm going to tell my camp mates stories tonight to keep them awake listening for those vines to slither down and strangle them. At least then their snoring won't keep me awake!
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Fiction
The Scandal: Part 5
...part 4 He smirked triumphantly, amused by the fear visible in their faces. "Don't come any closer," Cas warned him, his voice laced with anger and pain. "Why would I?" the man drawled, crossing his arms across his chest and smirking "Would you be mad if I showed you your worst nightmare?'
By Fiction 'Ai' Writer4 years ago in Fiction
