Series
Fight Like Hell (Part 2)
Being by the lake felt like paradise. I finally feel like I can be free after everything that I have been through. It was like I had been running without stopping for months on end. I felt like Forest Gump, but I knew I couldn't turn around and go back. Even though it was a quiet place, and my body was relaxed, I felt a great sense of unrest.
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)4 years ago in Fiction
Flying Low
Hey again. So… let’s um, just continue the story. April 27th: The day we became a trio of friends. So, remember John? Yeah, he basically became like my best friend as well. In a matter of days we became a trio. The three of us would spend so much time together. We were inseparable. Or so I thought.
By Daniel Garcia4 years ago in Fiction
The Sister Chp2
14 years later Johari Johari woke up with a gasp, images of blood and flashes of light chasing the remnants of sleep from her mind. The sun had only begun to come up, and her room was nearly pitch black. Johari listened to the hum of crickets, the gentle rustling of leaves, and the cheerful cries of song birds outside her window. Her room was silent, absent of her sister’s soft breathing, but as she focused on the sounds around her, she could hear soft whispering accompanied by gentle footsteps on the ancient floorboards of their kitchen. Johari swung her legs out of bed and dressed before she walked down the hall and into the kitchen.
By Danielle w4 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
Brick stood between Eric and Lawrence waiting for them to make the first move. He kept his head on a swivel and turned his body in quick, jagged circles to always be aware of where each guy was. The two circled Brick, they too, waiting for him to be daring enough to make the first move. Eric looked at Lawrence and nodded at him. They both dropped their guard like they were giving up. Lawrence reached into his black trench coat and pulled out a new, chrome handgun.
By Marc Quaranta4 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
Gazet sat on the couch waiting for William to respond to the story, but he didn't respond. William stood across the living room with his arms crossed replicating Mr. Clean. Except, instead of a friendly smile, William stared at Gazet like a teacher that was waiting for a student in trouble to explain what happened. The first-time father was waiting for something. A wink. A punchline. Something to lighten up the situation.
By Marc Quaranta4 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
The wind had picked up heavily that night. The branches and leaves tapped on the window of William’s one-story ranch house as he sat in his favorite chair, the chair that he had sat in so many mornings waiting for his wife to come home from her morning jog. The lightning flashed, but the thunder never came. Instead, it was like the flash photography of the paparazzi from behind the windows.
By Marc Quaranta4 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
William sat in the hospital waiting room unable to move, unable to breathe, not sure of what his next move was going to be now that his wife was gone. The love of his life had just passed away and…maybe worst of all, he now had two new baby boys to take care of…by himself. At the age of twenty-four, his life drastically had been flipped upside down.
By Marc Quaranta4 years ago in Fiction
No Picnic, part four
I was furious about everything by then, simply everything. I saw that I just had to do something, anything on this day, whereby just once boys could get the better of girls. And suddenly I knew what it was. Holly had her back to Kyle’s friend as she celebrated and he was gazing hopelessly at her. Before I could let myself think any of the thoughts that would stop me, I strode over to the little girl, took the hem of her skirt in both hands, and whipped it all the way up.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
