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Crystals of Silveria Remastered
Scene 1: Zed’s House: Dawn The sun rises over a secluded township in the middle of a vast green plain, the citizens slowly awakening one-by-one and preparing for their day. Shops filled with all sorts of wares open their doors; bakers begin baking bread, cakes and other tasty treats; the owners of The Naked Drake tavern prepare the daily breakfast specials. In a small house on the outskirts of town, a young human male is in a restless slumber, tossing and turning. His eyes suddenly fly open and he sits up in his bed.
By Orion J. Zed4 years ago in Fiction
What is Science Prediction Fiction in today’s world mean for your fiction writing?
I know you are willing to stay strong knowing that if readers could just view the first chapters of your book they will love it.
By C.A Fenderson Jr.4 years ago in Fiction
The Soldiers: Part 2
It sounded sincere and even a bit kind but Jimin was too scared to believe it. He turned around and crawled backwards, away from the man and away from the group. He thought about the last time he had to deal with this kind of situation. At this point, he asked himself if there was any hope left. Will they really let him go if he cooperated? He was getting more worried by the second but then he heard another voice saying: "I'll do it!"
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
The Soldiers: Part 1
It was raining blood and they had nowhere to go. There was war all around them and they had little chance of making it out alive but somehow they still did, barely. The battle raged in the distance and when he looked at the horizon, he saw that it would soon be too late, that the enemy had already been alerted by their actions in his country. He could still see the bodies piled up on the ground as he ran away from the place where he knew someone else would surely die for him and he hoped that somewhere they were safe. But if the only good thing that happened during this day was to save someone’s life then he wouldn’t complain about it.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
Dead Ringers; Chapter 11
After leaving the bank, we head back to the Day Division station. We have a slight argument about which station we should go to, and I win using the fact that my car is at my station.
By Katarzyna Crevan4 years ago in Fiction
The orange lamp
It was more than ten years ago. One afternoon before the Chinese New Year, I went to the outskirts of Chongqing to see a friend. She lived upstairs in the village office in the countryside. I walked up a flight of dark, reversed stairs to a room with a square table and a few bamboo stools and a telephone on the wall, and then into my friend's room, which was separated from the outer room by a curtain. She was not at home, and a note was left on the table in front of the window, saying that she had to go out temporarily and asked me to wait for her.
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
The Connoisseur
The first great painter in the county was Ji Taomin, and the first connoisseur was Ye San. Ye San was a fruit seller. He is a fruit seller and other fruit sellers are not the same. Not a store, not a stall, and not carrying a stretcher down the street. He specializes in delivering fruit to the big houses. That is, to 20 or 30 families. These people he knows very well, the gatekeeper and the dog know him. At a certain date, he came. Inside, when you hear him knocking on the door, you know: it's Ye San. Carrying a gold gabion basket, a small scale in the basket, he walked into the hall, raising his voice to address the master. Sometimes the owner came out to meet him, sometimes he spoke through the door. "Weighing for you--?" -- "Five pounds." What fruit, is not even need to see, because to what season to send what fruit are certain. Ye San never said the price of selling fruit. The people who buy the fruit will never treat him badly. Some people pay at the time, most of them are to the next festival (Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, New Year). Ye San weighed the fruit, placed on the eight fairy table, said "excuse me", and left. His fruits do not need to pick, each is good. The advantage of his fruit, the first is to get the first of the four seasons. The market has not seen this kind of fruit, he already has in the basket. Secondly, they are big, uniform, very fragrant, very sweet and very beautiful. His fruits are all passed through his hands, with scars, insect eyes, crowded baskets, broken skin, discolored, too small all picked off and sold to other fruit vendors at low prices. His fruit are original, some are directly to the production area to pick up, are "tree ripe", - not in the rice bran smothered ripe. He went out a lot and spent more time buying fruit than he did selling it. He also likes to run around a lot. Four villages and eight towns, which garden, what family, what a famous good fruit tree, he knows, and and the owner of the garden for many years to deal with, as familiar as in-laws. --Other fruit sellers can't make such an effort and don't know these ways. Walking around, you can see a lot of good scenery, know the local customs, can be useful to talk about, and good for health. He rarely gets sick, because he walks a lot.
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
The Enclave - Chapter Two
Prologue Chapter One To Tiera’s mild surprise and extreme relief, the rest of the journey to their new home for the foreseeable future passed without incident.
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Fiction
A Readers Dream
It was the little black notebook that changed her life. Reading the book gave her power that she couldn’t understand but she was working on it. She could take any character out of a book. The things she could do, she thought it would be helpful when she had a family wedding to attend. She read a prince out of the book to be her date to a family wedding. He, however, turned out to be a bit too cavalier and she couldn’t even get him into a cab. There were still questions she didn’t know what her limits were. She found she could bring people out no problem, and it was easy wishing them back into the book when she tired of them. She found that where she picked them out of the book mattered. One of the princes she tried wasn’t such a great guy in the beginning of the book. He turned out to be a jerk.
By Amber LeBlanc4 years ago in Fiction
Despair In This Small Town
The windows of the car had fogged up from their steamy breath as they raced down a straight stretch of road heading south out of their small god-fearing town. Blackness swallowed them, what was normally a bright starry sky was covered up with dark gray clouds sounding the alarm of the fast approaching storm.
By Hayden N Bell4 years ago in Fiction
Daddy Issue 1
To: daddy@[redactedhedgefund].com From: DisgracedSon99@[FakeEmail].net Re: I'm back and I'm watching you 25 June 2022 Upper West Side
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet4 years ago in Fiction
Double Orange Radiation 2
PART 2: On the Gungnir, The Next Day: Time is relative. This quirk of physics becomes especially apparent on long term space voyages. New travelers often get an advanced form of jet lag or worse when they cannot adjust to life without a consistent day and night cycle. A tried and true tip from old military doctrine helped alleviate some of the nasty effects of time disorientation for officers of the Armada: “sleep whenever possible.”
By Bryce Greene-Forgue4 years ago in Fiction