Series
Abilities
Paul Dunn stood in his office reading an old book that he had pulled from the shelf that contained quite a collection. Paul was the same man that went to the hospital twenty-three years ago to visit Michael and Mitchel. He was the man carrying the briefcase and the gun that made a deal with Gazet and William to let them split the kids up. He was the same guy that had a friend, named Eric, who transformed into a rhinoceros and attacked Brick. Paul Dunn was the head of the Tactical Defense Against Abilities.
By Marc Quaranta4 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
Karen and her men walked into the room cautiously. Karen knew if she made one wrong move or moved too quickly that Mitchel could destroy all of them before she could fire off one shot. She slowly walked towards the two men on the couch and pointed her three to fan out and search the apartment for anyone else. Two of the men walked into the bedroom and looked through the closet and the bathroom.
By Marc Quaranta4 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
The middle school that Michael and Brittany taught at was a fine, award winning school building, but once the sun set the building looked like the outside of an old, abandoned prison. The lights and lampposts were all shut off except for a couple strays. The dim lights made the school unapproachable. The bushes and the trees threw shadows on the wall that came to life when the wind blew.
By Marc Quaranta4 years ago in Fiction
Flying Low
“Who was she?” you may ask. She was the one I fell for, the one I fell for at the wrong time. It happened so fast. It’s hard to even put it into words, but here I am. Writing this, in hopes that whoever reads this story will learn a thing or two about heartbreak. Hoping that if they ever experience what I went through, they come back to this story and it’ll help them push forward. She was amazing… We spent so much time together. She meant so much to me. But now I wonder if I ever meant anything to her. She found someone else, leaving me heartbroken. It all started, March 25th: I was just casually taking a walk around the neighborhood, then… I spotted her. And something about her just grabbed my intention. I knew I had to say something. I walked up to her and said “Hey.” I just remember her looking at me with a bit of a confused look, she then replied with a gentle “Hello” “Um, my name is Devin, I don’t know if you know me but we go to the same school… I’m kinda new in town. And I’m looking to make some friends, do you mind if we maybe go grab some lunch?”
By Daniel Garcia4 years ago in Fiction
Tale 9: A Thief Named Vuk
A Thief Named Vuk “Eh, my Žarko… who have you gathered around you? First a blind girl, now a cripple! Without a doubt, an impressive lot…” The big man went on, occasionally muttering to himself under his breath, allowing the horse that was carrying both him and food to wander off relatively far in front of his companions. Senka shivered at the thought of how upset Žarko would be if he also knew of her illness, which seemed to return at the worst moments, but she quickly dispelled such thoughts – she did not want, not even in the slightest, to be an even greater burden to her protector.
By Nikola Stefan4 years ago in Fiction
The Junior Tournament
Two Saturdays in. There was one week remaining until my birthday, and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to last it out. Nor did I think I’d last my mixed one-on-one match in the junior tournament Jenny had been thoughtful enough to enter me into.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The sisters
Prologue Amana’s horse Cynara galloped through the dense brush that lined the Forest, once again drawing too close to its edge. Amana hardly noticed until a low-hanging branch smacked her in the face, and suddenly, she could feel the appraisal of the eyes of the Forest. She tugged Cynara’s reigns, guiding the horse away from the tree line. But once they were back on track, Amana allowed both her mind and her horse to wander once more. Only a few months had passed since news of her sister’s death had reached her. Amana had not wanted to believe, but when an elusive letter bearing her mother’s signature arrived on her doorstep, she’d known the rumors were true.
By Danielle w4 years ago in Fiction
our windowsill
I woke that morning to an unfamiliar smell. My house, normally lingering with the smell of beeswax and firewood, smelled like coffee beans and vanilla. It wasn’t unpleasant, but I was certainly confused. Still half asleep, I sat up and checked my alarm clock; 5:15 am. I had information floating around in my head as to what that meant, but my groggy brain would not allow me to register it at this time. My body, however, didn’t need permission to know what to do next, and began to get ready for work in an hour.
By Molly Boozell4 years ago in Fiction
