Series

Learning to fly: two
Having driven to Biggin Hill airfield for what he thought was a flying lesson in a light aircraft, Robert finds himself hovering on a broomstick amidst a hoard of Halloween witches. “Okay ladies….” Announced my companion, to the general throng behind her. “and... er… young gen’leman. It’s just about midnight, it’s Halloween… “LET’S RIDE!”
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
Found
I am hundreds of years old. The cedar forest I dwelt in was once young and I can barely recall the filtered sunlight as it warmed the stone entrance of my home. My clan and I lived peacefully with the humans and elves that ran the keep, once a stronghold that was a beacon of peace in the land. But all such things come to an end, and the story I tell is much later in life, after war and strife tore the tower down and the people dispersed to live elsewhere.
By Michelle Weir3 years ago in Fiction
Agency of the 5th World Head Mission 6 Aftermath: Linda's Requiem (Remix Version) Part 2: Preparations
Previous Mission First Mission <I do not own Pokémon, Roblox, Club Penguin, or Super Smash Bros. Pokémon belongs to Game Freak, Nintendo, and the Pokémon Company. Roblox belongs to the Roblox Corporation along with any other character ownership rights. Club Penguin belongs to Disney. Super Smash Bros. belongs to Nintendo along with any other character ownership rights.>
By Jeremiah Ellison3 years ago in Fiction
Dark clouds gather part three
Continued from part two: Spaemann, Morwenna, and the circle of friends have gathered in Guildford Cathedral with Spaemann arriving shortly after, wearing a robe of plain hessian, with a sword held by the cord tied around his waist. None recognized it as the Sword of Avalon.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
Tales from the Cooinda Cycle: Memory Eight
“Did you give her these lollies?” asked one of the centre admins abruptly without any other form of question first. She threw the bag of liquorice down on the bench and stared at me.
By Savannah K. Wilson3 years ago in Fiction
Outcry'e (excerpt)
"I'm hungry," I whined as my stomach growled. I don't even remember the last time we ate something, let alone, something warm. We were walking along an abandoned city, hoping there would be something that we could find. Anything that'd look decent would be good enough for me.
By AwkwardCh ild3 years ago in Fiction
RING OF CIRCLE
The Excerpt Mpape Hills --:-- Day ___ "You know we will be deep in shit if we get caught." "Yeah, 'if' we get caught." James said, emphasizing the 'if' to mark his point.
By T. M. Yomide3 years ago in Fiction
MR.Violence: The HitchHiker
Five Days Ago. Raphael Jameson aka MR. Violence is an honorable Vietnam Veteran who is considered a hero with multiple awards and honors had become a professor at Victoria College in Victoria, Texas enjoying teaching young minds about Psychology and English Literature until A Series of brutal murders around campus. Raphael was recruited by a Texas Detective who was impressed by his Vietnam record to help track down the killer and also profile him.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Fiction
Deeper into the forest
As she continued to bask in the watery winter sunshine, Elha the she-wolf, rested. For some time, she slumbered, half asleep but alert to any change in sounds or scents. She was vaguely aware of the sound of crows squabbling and of the tall trees creaking and rustling in the winter breeze. The sun was falling in the sky and dipping toward the horizon. The late winter dusk gathered as the cold surrounded her and spurred her into action. She could rest no longer, dreams or no dreams. She must move on.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
Virgo's Child
She was running to save her life, but from what she couldn’t remember. She could barely remember her first name; was it the name they calling her by? “Is that my name?” She wondered as continued running from them. Her head was still pounding from the hit she took. She stopped only for a moment to catch her breath.
By Kylie Barnes 3 years ago in Fiction
Jenny is More Tiresome Still
"Why aren't you ready yet?" Jenny demanded, plonking her straw boater on her head. Wanting very much to grumble I struggled into some clean white underpants, tugging them up as fast as I could. I couldn't stand the way Jenny always smirked when she watched this! Yes, they were no different from the ones she wore, but it wasn't like I could help that! Throwing off my tee I grabbed quickly for a short-sleeved shirt, hoping against hope this morning she'd say nothing, but -
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Jenny Continues to be Tiresome
If I'd thought I had troubles, Jenny knew a boy her age who wasn't allowed to wear underpants because of his family's beliefs. As she herself was from quite a weird family, except for her little sis of course who was still my good friend, I guessed it followed the families they knew would be the same. It was funny in fact how nice and ordinary Emily and Suzette were!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction