Series
Last Ditch
Lia wakes up from an uneasy sleep, again. She hasn’t slept well since Carl and the falls. She wonders if she’ll ever be able to sleep well again. Jared has fully ghosted her. He won’t speak to her at all and she’s given up on him ever coming back. He was right, there’s not room in her heart for him right now. There’s barely enough room for Jayna. Lia doesn’t even have enough room in her heart to love herself anymore. And there’s that little part that feels like she’ll always love Carl…despite everything. Lia shakes the thoughts of Carl from her mind and looks at her phone on the nightstand: it’s 6:18 am. Too late to go back to sleep, but earlier than she wanted to get up for work. She stretches and gets out of her bed, walking a few short steps over to Jayna’s Pack-N-Play.
By Millie Bauer4 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
The Inn was typical for a village the size of Chumley Grove, he supposed. No more than six rooms, with a narrow hallway, a wooden floor worn out through years of use, and the paint a faded yellow. The ceiling was stained with age, waterstained from age-old leaks, darker corners blackened through years of flamed light. At least they had new electric features. Three of them lit the hallway, as well as four large windows letting in the late afternoon light. It would be long after dark before they made it home. He thought at most they had an hour before they had to be on the road again.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
A Week or So Later… The room was unusually gray and cold. No matter how many blankets were on the bed, Kevin’s body felt like a chilled corpse. He wasn’t running a fever but for some unknown reason he felt as if he had the flu. Everything he ate, no matter how good it tasted at the time, wound up circling the city sewer at some point. He couldn’t sleep and when he did sleep he was always fighting or chasing something, so he woke up exhausted.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Fiction
Jack of Diamonds
CHAPTER 15 Gabby sat down on the bench and proceeded to roll a cigarette, watching the couple across the street. She'd discovered that she liked shocking the locals, scanning the small square to see if anyone was watching. There was no one in sight--which she found odd-- except the couple she was watching. They looked comfortable with each other, she noticed; and they seem to fit, she thought as she twisted the cigarette together. She tucked it up behind her ear as she'd seen so many men doing, and started rolling another one. She watched them walking. She'd first spotted them at the Town Hall pub. She just happened to be out and about herself, running errands and picking up foodstuffs from the market on the corner of Fore and George Streets. That was when she saw them. She knew the woman as one of the town Constables. She didn't know the man, but he looked young. A lot younger than the woman, if she were to guess.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
Dogs of War
JUNE 6, 1944, OFF THE COAST OF NORMANDY The stink of 225 men in a battleship stung my nostrils. All were sweating, making the stench worse. The only thing that kept me from getting to the deck of the ship for fresh air was the royal flush in my hand. At the table were a few men from other platoons, but the one I was most worried about was my platoon sergeant. He was sitting looking at his cards and then up at the players every now and then as though he was planning some dastardly sweeping win.
By Ethan H. Gaines4 years ago in Fiction
