Series
United-Chapter 1: The First Day
It has been a year since we met Caleb. Since then a lot has happened, we moved from Ohio, Steven started working, Caleb has blown through 10 different jobs because he doesn't like to work, he likes to me clean the entire house which is his parent's old house before they died. It has 6 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms, a huge kitchen, and a lot of land. It's beautiful... if it didn't feel like a prison. I can't do anything that I want to, I have to do what Caleb wants me to do. My mom doesn't realize or doesn't care about us anymore. Or let me rephrase, she doesn't care about me, she treats the boys good because Caleb treats them good. Which I'm ok with, I'd rather me take the heat than them. But he likes to hit me, and I don't mean just a slap, I mean he full-on punches me and kicks me to the point that I bleed and he breaks my bones. Ever since he came I have had to get 2 casts and 5 different stitches. It doesn't help that I'm starting my sophomore year today with bruises everywhere.
By Skyeleigh Scott4 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
Ten days after Reggie’s died, Artie was on the train, heading for London. It’d been a difficult time dealing with lawyers and the estate. But he and Claire sorted things out enough to realize Reggie actually owned the property. The more Artie looked into things, the more he realized Reggie had planned for his future by documenting everything. That came as something of a surprise, considering what he knew about his friend. He left a Will leaving everything to Claire outright. It was for her to do with as she felt inclined—and those were the actual words he’d used—while the lawyer she hired out of Chumley Grove suggested she sell the property immediately. He told her that as a woman, it would be too much for her to take on, and Claire told him she’d have to think about it. He made the mistake of telling her she had two days to make up her mind; she told him he’d be lucky if he had two days before she fired him.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
Immortality Bites
We walked among you, but you never noticed. That was your mistake, not seeing us was what would get you killed. I was not normal, my life ended and another began. My name was Katie Blakewell, before him, before he killed me. I had a family, a sister, mom, and dad. They were gone. I was all that was left. Then my name was Constanice. I lived in Atlanta, I had friends, Hanna, Julie, Malinda. Now my name is Phoebe Lane. I live in Chicago. I have friends again but I do my best to keep them at arm's length, to keep them safe from them, from me. I never want to hurt people but I can’t help it. It’s now in my nature, I hate it. I’ve searched my whole new life for a way, any way to get out of this but it's impossible. Death will never come again. It's like I’ve chased away my only chance to be happy again. To see my family again.
By AnnaMarie K Cobb4 years ago in Fiction
jack of diamonds
CHAPTER 26 Sonia parked on a well-worn patch of mud that served as O’Dowd’s driveway—well, what used to be his driveway, she thought—feeling slightly guilty having thought it. There was a quick dip and a hole, followed by two weary splashes of mud before the Bentley’s tires rode over a grassy hummock blackened with oil. The grass was uncut and spotty at best. Turning into the driveway, she hoped she wouldn’t get stuck before she had a chance to straighten the steering wheel. Maybe if I had wider tires, but that’s too much money, she reminded herself. Money was always an issue with her. The War Widow they called her. She knew what her father would say; he’d say it’s nothing more than an extravagance, and buy them for her.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
Earth After - Chapter One
Earth smelled sweet, but also tainted. Like the smell of something you know has long gone bad, but is somehow still tempting. Like the smell of flowers growing through the bodies of rotten corpses. Beautiful, but with undertones of death. Of millions upon millions of deaths. Maybe it’s because we know Earth’s history, or maybe it was the way it had always been. Earth’s crust has swallowed whole more beings, more living things, than could even be imagined from the beginning of time. It’s inevitable that everything dies, most of us just don’t imagine that those deaths are what builds the dirt beneath our feet. But that is exactly what I thought of as we took our first steps on its soil. I filled my lungs with Earth’s sickeningly sweet scent as we left the only life we’ve ever known behind.
By B.R. Schwarz4 years ago in Fiction
Meta-Jenny
There was a big tournament at the weekend which Jenny and I were going to together, so I got up early the day before to get some practice in. It wasn’t any good though, because Jenny was right – I really did have two left feet. By the time she came to join me it was mid-morning, and what with stumbling about the outdoor court missing pretty much every shot I was just about as hot and bothered as could be.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Part V
Mr Fox’s Breakfast One morning, Mr Fox was cooking some eggs on toast for breakfast while camping by a lake. This particular fox liked his eggs over easy, however as he had quite a difficult time lighting a fire to cook with, and even more trouble cracking the eggs into a pan… let alone finding a pan to use, so he decided he wouldn’t worry too much if they weren’t perfectly cooked eggs.
By Savannah K. Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
The Ship of Dreams (Chapter 1)
All of life can be measured in a single breath. At 2:02 a.m. British Summer Time on the morning of April 2nd, 1912, that is exactly what Geoffrey Archibald found himself gasping for as he stirred awake from his deep slumber, his eyes bulging wide from the momentary lack of oxygen. Suspended somewhere between the fleeting feeling one gets that gives them the impression that they are falling from some high altitude as one might experience right before they fall asleep, and the sensation as if he had just been submerged under ice, Geoffrey sat upright on the edge of the bed. It was the dream again.
By Aaron M. Weis4 years ago in Fiction
She Came From The West Midlands
I was going into town again with Jenny’s sister and we were waiting at the bus stop. A girl with little bunches in her long straight hair came along to wait too. From first glance I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as she approached, and I think she noticed because she smiled. Then she walked into the bus-shelter and positively filled it up with her nice clean smell.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Crisis Talks
What my friend neglected to mention was that his girlfriend Jane was already staying the night, just the same as me! I’d never have agreed to stop over if I’d known it was going to mean that sort of embarrassment, because when it was just my friend and me we were happy to laze around all evening in just the underwear and T-shirts we slept in. A girl seeing me dressed like that however was a very different matter!
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
