Series
The Memory Watch
Eleanor pushed the wooden panel door and it creaked open to reveal the Watchmaker’s shop. An assortment of clocks, different in size, design and shape, adorned the old tattered wallpaper. The clock-covered wall faced another wall, on which numerous posters and pictures were hung. The shop’s floor squeaked under Eleanor’s feet as she made her way to the polished wooden counter. The shop smelled like old wood and burned metal. An old man bent over a small wristwatch, behind him an old beaten up wooden door. The man was engrossed in the watch and Eleanor did not want to disturb the aged man, divulged in his craft. So she went over to the posters and pictures.
By Aida M. Aly3 years ago in Fiction
Street Metals. Content Warning.
Even at her worst, Stacey always seemed to marvel at the spirituality in being awake before sunrise. There was something so serene in padding into the kitchen, going under the sink to grab the appropriate sized white metal pot from the set with the red painted rims and matching rubber handles to boil water on the stove to make the daily pitcher of sweet-tea. The size of the pot along with the size of the pitcher varied over the years and one would assume that was because the variation would correlate with size of the family.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Street Metals . Content Warning.
“And I blame you for that shit, Jay” Magnolia said as she decided to go out into the garage and check in the freezer for something that resembled seafood. “Just like I’m blaming you for the fact that t’aint no seafood in Mama’s house.”
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Street Metals. Content Warning.
One thing’s for certain;two things for sho, Malik was not about to eat at no chain restaurant no matter good they claimed their pancakes was. He always was on the lookout for those illuminated roadside sandwich board signs with the arrow that stopped blinking years ago. The kind of place that still made their lemonade and sweet tea in those large, plastic, igloo containers with the red button on the spout worn away from being pushed so much.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Red. Content Warning.
Gabriel stares at the roses sitting on top of his sister's gravestone. With a blank look, he picks them up and plays with the white ribbon keeping the bundle together. Andrea would have loved these flowers; they came from her treasured rosebush. A lump develops in Gabriel's throat, making it hard for him to breathe and blurring his vision.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Fiction
Waking Up to Nothing Part 5
Boarded buildings and entryways, high wooden planks, and large sheets of corrugated metal gave the illusion of a walkway as people lined up with their goods. Many risked their lives hoping to bargain for something better, anything that would buy them an extra day. Some traded weapons for food and supplies or essentially anything that once required money.
By Troi McAdory 3 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of The Dragon
CHPT 1 Loki ducks as a sword flies over his head, quickly jabbing his daggers upwards and directly into his assailant's gut. Letting out a loud groan, the assailant falls back with a slight thud. Loki stands up and dusts himself off, but he sensed something was wrong. He whipped around in time to see a sword, suspended in the air just inches from his nose. Another assailant had hurled his sword at him while he was distracted, yet it never reached Loki. A blue shimmering glow surrounds the weapon as it hovers in the air, as Loki reached his hand up to take the sword, it turns, flies back the way it came, and into the heart of his attacker. Loki looks down at the dead being, a tad baffled at what he just witnessed, and then he looks up. There, standing behind where the assailant was, is a figure, a little shorter than himself, long black hair flowing freely, and bright blue eyes staring into his own blue/green eyes. He pulls his daggers out and stands defensively, prepared for another attack, the figure before him chuckles and speaks. "If that's how you treat someone who just saved you, I'd hate to be your enemy." Her voice is soft but sharp, with a tinge of something hidden underneath. Loki lowers his arms and looks her up and down, curious about what she might be. She seems to stiffen slightly, she clears her throat which causes him to look up into her eyes again. "Are you ... checking me out?" He smiles, and it sends a strange shiver down your spine. "My... aren't you full of yourself." Her eyes shift from his face to the ground and back, "I ask ... from experience-" He notices the subtle change on her face, so he changes the subject, "You're certainly an interesting creature, I've not seen blue magic like yours before." She seems to glare a little at him, "I am not a "creature" I'm a human being who has magic-" It's Loki's turn to chuckle, he smiles again, and another shiver goes down her back, "My dear, you are far more than a simple magic-wielding human, I can feel it, you're very... Orphic." She rolls her eyes, Loki steps a little closer, "We've been talking for a bit now, and yet I still have yet to learn my- Savior's name." He seems to purr out these words as he speaks, Which earns him another glare and a slight growl, "I am called Dragon Heart-" Loki stops walking, and tilts his head, "Dragon Heart? How interesting" He starts walking again, he circles her, taking in everything about her. "Yes, that was my name when I became a temple guardian." He stops behind her and stays there, "Temple guardian?" Dragon Heart nods, "Yes before my home was destroyed, I was given the great responsibility of guarding the main temple, my former name was replaced with Dragon Heart." She feels a slight tingle on her wrists, "You just keep getting more and more interesting." his words seemed to be at her ear, his breath tickling the top of her ear. Suddenly her wrists are bound behind her, wrapped in his green crackling magic, "What is this??" His chuckle tickles down your neck, "I just want you to meet the others." Dragon Heart struggles against his magic, but it's too strong for her, "What others?? where ar-" Before she could finish, the world tilts, colors swirl together and sounds become much louder and overbearing. She feels extremely dizzy and is about to lose consciousness when it all stops. She stumbles forwards, onto her knees, arms still bound in magic, her stomach roiling. She shakes her head, which causes the world to stop spinning, then she hears a voice, a deep voice. "Loki, what is this? Are you going around randomly kidnapping people now?" Dragon could practically feel his smile, she looks up to see who is talking, but instead finds herself in a large white room, surrounded by people.
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Mirror
Once upon a time, in a distant land, there existed a village named Cresthaven. It was a place of beauty, with lush green fields, majestic mountains, and a sense of tranquility that enveloped every corner. In this village lived a young girl named Amelia, known for her captivating charm and curious nature.
By Suara Mubarak 3 years ago in Fiction
