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Dreamer - Chapter 49
A familiar song began to play throughout my room as my eyes began too slowly open. My hand came up to mute my phone's alarm before bringing it closer to take a look as I slowly woke myself up.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Fiction
Miracle’s Curse
Mari swallowed a yawn, hiding her mouth behind a fist. She had been reading for hours. Not that the books weren't interesting—not at all—but she hadn't done much else. Leon was skimming through the next book on her list, making sure it was important enough to spend time on, while he paced the room, twirling his triton in his hand absentmindedly.
By Victoria Cage3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 16
Luckily the map never got wet. I had it in one of my delivery containers. As I explained before, it is waterproof. I placed the map in one of them because it was the safest place to be in case of danger. I walked and guided with the map as my friends kept watch. After what we'd been through, our group was on guard. Bulls Eye trailed from the back with his bow, piercing the trees and Skys with a sinister intent from his sharp eyes. John led the way as I guided him with the map. He would also shower the landscape and sky with ill intent. I chuckled and thought to myself. I'm starting to love this new team of mine.
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Unfamiliar
Clementine watched eagerly as her mother placed more logs onto the growing pile for the evening’s bonfire. Tonight, will be the night, she just knew it. For as long as anyone could remember, witches and warlocks on their sixth year of celebrating Beltane, receive the gift of their Familiar from the forest. This year was Clementine’s turn.
By Bianca Pole3 years ago in Fiction
A Story in Progress
It is easy for a soul to be blinded by the light and think there is no darkness. The time following a tragedy seems to be both an eternity and infinitesimal. For those it does not affect, a tragedy is a sad event that becomes nothing more than a passing thought. For those within the tragedy, it becomes a permanent scar, a reminder, or something to repress. All civilizations are the same in this regard. The masses can be reminded, and sadness can be renewed temporarily. However, many will forget, and the rest will either grieve and accept the truth or grieve and deny it.
By June3 years ago in Fiction
Ancient Friends & New Ventures
A gentle, chilly breeze drifted between the green leaves of the trees. A shrill wail echoed throughout the woods. Lost and alone, a toddler stumbled through thick undergrowth. Tears streamed down the small girl's pale face as her short white hair and long white dress danced in the wind. Her bright green eyes darted out of sheer terror as she walked and crawled through the forest.
By Mel E. Furnish3 years ago in Fiction
Martin Meets Someone
It was a very hot summer’s day. Martin had been in his backyard, building a new hive for his B’s. Soon after he came inside for a drink, there was a knock on the door.
By Andrew Peck3 years ago in Fiction
The Thoughtless Believer
“You shouldn’t believe everything you read” Came a mysterious voice that echoed over the crescendo of sounds emanating from the tramway. A tall man with dark hair and vibrant eyes that echoed the forest of Inasa.
By Cameron Hegler3 years ago in Fiction
Time Over and Again, Final Chapter
To start from the first chapter, click here. To read the previous chapter, click here. Len sat shaking in the empty field, with nothing and no one around to distract him away from himself any longer. His eyes filled with tears and he wiped them away only for them to fill again. Again and again and again and again. None of them would bring him back.
By Tanner Linares3 years ago in Fiction
The Leveling of Humanity Ch 7: Attacking in Unison
"A combat room!" Matthew exclaimed, surprising everyone at his sudden excitement. He drew his bat and went to step forward. Chase grabbed his arm to slow him.
By J. James3 years ago in Fiction
Sybil's Classroom at Trok
Dear Sally, I got your last letter and I loved the small painting of the mountains that you sent. That's your view? Amazing. Those mountains are as scary as I imagined. I wish you had sent a sketch or painting of you. Is your hair still long or did you cut it? I have that old sketch of you that I did when we were at the Necromancer school, but I would love a fresh image. I haven't seen your face in so long and I don't want to forget it. I know I say it too much, but I miss you.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
Argent
Darkness had arrived to consume the sky with dense clouds. Thunder echoed through them as lightning viciously struck against the tall trees, and ignited the forest with a burning fire from hell. The crackling sounds immediately rushed the animals out of their home. The villagers screamed in agony while the wolves howled at the gleaming moon that surpassed all darkness. Peculiar how it was the only thing gleaming with life. It was here where a curse was arising from the depths of the underworld and taking over all human life.
By Mariana Gines3 years ago in Fiction