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Endless Love
“What the actual fuck, Lyla, what are you doing,” Alex shouted into the room. Lyla could feel the anger radiating off him. She crossed the room with him, reaching for his arm and missing. She could now feel the pain he had been holding inside when he was standing at the door. The reality of what she had been doing that evening hit her like a train.
By DawsonSmallson4 years ago in Fiction
A Readers Dream
Alyssa opened her eyes, unaware of how much time had passed and found herself sitting on the side of the road in an unknown neighborhood. She stood, still feeling slightly dizzy and faltered when she attempted to walk. She looked around hoping to catch a glimpse of her mother’s car, or something that she recognized. Nothing, at this hour on the weekend everyone seemed to be tucked safely in their own homes or out on the town.
By Amber LeBlanc4 years ago in Fiction
Pirate Ophelia, Part 8 (final)
Continued from Part 7 Chapter XXIII: Ophelia’s Revenge Liam paced the length of his small jail cell. He knew the only reason he was still alive was to set a trap for Ophelia. Now that Janneke was gone, Ophelia was the main target. The king had given the governor an order to stop those who no longer sailed under England as privateers—the pirates they had created out of their own greed.
By Jen Sullivan4 years ago in Fiction
Pirate Ophelia, Part 6
Continued from Part 5 Chapter XVI: Martinique Captain Ophelia sat with Liam outside the tavern in Martinique. They watched the ships in the harbor, waiting impatiently for any sign of Janneke, James, and Elise. The remaining ships had arrived without issue, with Jack being the last to show up. With each passing hour Liam and Ophelia began to worry more.
By Jen Sullivan4 years ago in Fiction
Planet 84
Number 6,208,320, Number 6,208,320 a voice calls out from a distance. An announcement boomed through the speakers. A new soul has arrived. Confetti cannons blast off in celebration of the newcomer. The speaker exhaust into silence, leaving nothing behind but the sound of the forest that is nearby. Manifesting into reality number 6,208,320 lies there, not moving. The forest floor is warm to the touch, providing comfort for the little fox. The glow of the moon highlights the fox’s fur, reflecting off his pitch black back. The fox open his eyes and looks around curiously. “Where am I” he asks even though he is the only one around. The little fox stands up and walks forward towards a cleared out path. He does not know where he is going or who he is looking for, but he knows he can not stay here. The fox walks, exploring the unfamiliar place with wild wide eyes. His black coat twinkles in the moonlight, revealing little white dots of light that cover him. The trees blow against the wind as the night goes on. “Hello” the little fox calls out. He stops and looks, listening for a noise that would show any signs of others. The fox continues on his journey through the forest, searching and hoping for someone to guide him through his new path.
By Chantiniece B.4 years ago in Fiction









