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Tales from Ettania
"Little One." Emilia's eyes snapped open. The sun cut the room with a streak of light, shining through the middle of the windows where the blue velvet curtains did not reach. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked around for who had woken her. She thought it was her mother. Surely, the only reason the voice sounded so unfamiliar was that she had been in that place in between sleep and waking, but her parents' bed was perfectly made up.
By Jodi L Wright4 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Farm
The sun glared down on April Bishop. The tall, healthy grass brushed April's legs. Her yellow spring-time dress swished with the breeze. She wore a wide-brimmed summer hat, woven with straw. As she picked each wildflower, she sniffed it and slipped it into the bouquet. She gazed out over the tall grasses and flowers. The sky above her was clear and sunny and she could see a hint of tonight's crescent moon. I better hurry home, Mom said to be home before dark, she thought. She skipped through the grass, she could see her house, not far in the distance. Finally, she made it home. She lived in the countryside, and her parents owned a big farm. The meadow was her favorite place. As she opened the door her mother called, "Honey, is that you?" "Yes, Mom. May I have a ribbon?" April asked. "Sure!" Her mother replied, handing her a cut piece of yellow ribbon. In a hurry, April rushed to her room. She tied the bouquet of flowers to her hat, and finished, she had made her springtime hat. She noticed the time, four p.m, and realized that her dad would be home soon. He worked outside with the animals for the afternoon. She walked out to greet him, hopping down the oaken stairs and skimming the painted walls with her fingers. She grabbed a biscuit from the table and walked out the door. "How's my little girl?" Her father said. "Dad! I'm eight!" April said. "I know Alpha." He asked. Alpha was April's nickname "Good!" April said, "Mom, when's dinner?" "An hour, or so, Alpha." Mom said. April runs through the meadow. The tall grasses brush her legs. She looks at all the flowers she missed earlier. She stumbled over a stone, falling down. She gets up and brushes the grass off her shins. She inspects her legs and arms; no scratches. Looking up, April saw a cave. She didn't remember seeing it before. Behind her, there is the meadow. her house, the woods and ranch. Her curiosity took over, and she stepped in, with one last look over her shoulder.
By Carly4 years ago in Fiction
Elaine Jinx Gets Banned On Instagram Again
So they really don’t like it when people tell the truth? Once again, my Instagram account has been suspended on the basis of being offensive. Apparently you can’t have an opinion anymore. All I said was Mi Chang-Hoon is a cunt, which he is. There he goes crying on Instagram saying that I hurt his feelings and caused him great humiliation. Well he should have thought of that before cheating on his wife.
By Chloe Gilholy4 years ago in Fiction
Eden Cove
"Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is optional."- Walt Disney "Well, management is going to LOVE you!" Alex laughed and rolled her eyes. Jessamyn smiled despite herself.
By Sasha Austin4 years ago in Fiction
The Ballad of Rika Strong-Arm - Episode 5
I had never been much of a walker before. Sure, I would go for hikes in the summer, or wander about town, aplenty… but I had never spent 8 hours a day just walking. Thankfully, we weren’t in any real hurry and took a half-hour break every two hours or so for the first few days.
By EJ Baumgardner4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter Two: Who Are You Really?
Darryl and I walk into a shop that is filled with all sorts of parts for ships and droids. Items hang from the ceiling, are cluttered on the shelves and larger parts are on the ground.
By Sweets Ameli4 years ago in Fiction
The Ramblings of Elaine Jinx
Do these people not understand that the more they try to silence me, the louder I become? The Police keep coming to my door, but they don‘t even know why anymore. Twitter have finally accepted that they banned my account in error, and I’m back on. Just in time for the finale of Game of Mass Destruction. Those monkeys were brilliant for ripping Sia’s wig off her.
By Chloe Gilholy4 years ago in Fiction
The Candle In The Window
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." "It is said, through a second-hand account, that the surrounding foliage was broken at once, and numerous figures emerged, their features engulfed in shadow."
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man4 years ago in Fiction
Why “Joe Pera Talks To You” makes you feel so many things
Today on Instagram Joe Pera announced that his show “Joe Pera Talks With You,” was canceled. The show was created by Pera who played a high school music teacher in Marquette, Michigan, a real town in Michigan’s Upper Penninsula. It featured comedians Connor O’Malley ad Jo Firestone who played his raucous car mechanic neighbor, and his girlfriend and choir teacher respectively.
By Richard Foltz4 years ago in Fiction
The Continuing Adventures of Draco Moonbeam
Draco left the following day. He exited the town on the road leading west. As the locals had stated, it was better to take a little extra time to go through High Church on his way to Voridia than to deal with bandits on the road. Not that he wasn't capable of defending himself, but rather he preferred to avoid further unexpected conflict.
By John Markham4 years ago in Fiction
Jar full of Stars
The air was so still that I was not sure I was even breathing. I was not sure if I needed to. Surrounded by darkness, I did not know if I wanted to curl into a ball or explore the unknown. My curiosity ultimately won out and I took one awkward step forward.
By Jason Kolls4 years ago in Fiction
Peeling Back the Skin
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By Atlas Creed4 years ago in Fiction