Mystery
Invisible Door
We had just moved into an old Victorian house, and we were still unpacking when my birthday came around; the occasion was bittersweet as the whole house was preoccupied with chores and unpacking boxes. I'm pretty sure that, with all the chaos, my family forgot it was my birthday. As the middle child of four kids with parents who never stop working, it's easy to be overlooked; Massie left early this morning, stealing the car and leaving, probably to drive three hours to see her boyfriend. Mom and Dad were livid when they woke up this morning to find that one of their cars was missing; they ran out of the house, taking Amy and May, the twins, with them, leaving me in an unfamiliar place. In their haste, they forgot I was still eating breakfast at the kitchen table. When they finally noticed, they just sent me a text saying how sorry they were; I didn't bother to reply, rolling my eyes and placing the phone on the table. And once again, I'm stuck being alone.
By Pamela_Ann952 years ago in Fiction
Lapis Lazuli
Sicily | 1943 The two hour bicycle ride from Canicatti to The Church of Saint Agatha was far more difficult than Rosalie had originally projected. The four bicycles they were able salvage were old, rusted, and weathered from years of neglect, but they were the only four that had usable tires.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Regime.
Chapter 1: The Arrival In the grand palace of the European regime, the Phantom Warrior makes a dramatic entrance, leaping from the shadows as if out of thin air. With lightning-fast reflexes, the hero effortlessly disarms a squadron of guards, leaving the inhabitants of the palace in awe and suspicion. Whispers of their impending downfall ripple through the halls as the Phantom Warrior's arrival sparks a glimmer of hope among the oppressed.
By OYEDELE Oyekunle2 years ago in Fiction




