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Abilities
The months shot by and temperatures dropped. As January approached, the ground was blanketed with a beautiful canvas of powder, white snow. People that traveled internationally for the holidays were beginning to settle in causing the streets of cities like Rome and Florence to be overrun with shopping tourists.
By Marc Quaranta3 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
During the next couple of nights, William couldn’t shut down his body to sleep or simply sit in his chair for a half hour. Adrenaline was still shooting through his veins from the brawl in the garage, but it got easier. Two days later he fell asleep in his chair for forty-five minutes before waking up in a panic thinking someone was coming for him. Gazet and Brick stayed with William in his home. William insisted because they had nowhere to stay, but it was probably because he didn’t want any Abilities knocking down his front door without protection.
By Marc Quaranta3 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
The leaves and twigs were wet. Each step flattened them and snapped the twigs lying around them further into the damp soil. The dirt was molding into a thick mud that could be used to build a protective wall. Drops of rain that had been halted by the tree leaves fell to the ground. The sun was nearly set, but what was left of it still shined a light through the forest. Through the trees. It was low enough to cast light into the forest from the horizon.
By Marc Quaranta3 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
The sun was beginning to rise in the distance. Half of the small town in Ohio was covered in light, the other still hidden behind the hills and forests. Leaves from trees and bushes were damp, scattered across the roads from the storm the night before. Even a couple giant branches had been snapped off and littered in the lawns.
By Marc Quaranta3 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
The giant redhead steered the car into a parking garage that led up to the hospital. Cars lined the aisles from one end to the other, but there were no people in sight. Most cars belonged to employees who had already started their shift and visiting hours didn’t officially start for another hour and a half. William remained in his seat, heart racing and eyes popped open as if he were in a staring contest.
By Marc Quaranta3 years ago in Fiction
She's The One
His fingers danced across the keys of the bar piano. The dust rose and fell in the rising sun. His mind clouded with thoughts of the strawberry blonde who sat at a table under the fading picture of the Eiffel Tower. The paint had begun to chip away and flack onto the bar floor.
By Madyson M.3 years ago in Fiction
Tale 14: Feast
Feast (IMPORTANT NOTICE at the end of this chapter!) They were sitting in the central cabin, which Vuk perceived as some kind of unusual tavern. Everybody was seated on low, rough-hewn tree trunks, surrounding a large, round, wooden table, the only one in the whole large-roomed hut: Žarko, Senka and Vuk, along with another ten or so men. There were apparently no women in the village, or at least at the table. And the men were all hardened and strong, as if all coming from the same mold. They were dressed humbly, in fur vests similar to Žarko’s own, which revealed their sturdy muscles and broad chests. Except for some rough pants, also made from animal skins, which barely reached below their knees, they wore nothing else. No one carried any kind of weapon, and every single one of them was barefoot.
By Nikola Stefan3 years ago in Fiction
