Series
Syphon
The child enters the Custody in infancy. She is an orphan; abandoned by her father at conception and her mother dead in childbirth. The Custody will now teach her valuable skills that will be of use to whatever Master pays for her services when she comes of age.
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
Warm Sun, No Wind
Joree briefly considered trying to drop his mother and Eshi off at some remote village, but almost immediately decided that it would be pointless. For one thing, his mom still felt guilty, as if it were somehow her fault that he had been captured and tortured. She was unlikely to let him go anywhere alone. Also, it was unlikely that anywhere was truly safe at this point. Still, it did feel odd to drag a child into a warzone.
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
Say A Prayer For Me
Author's Note: Within this chapter, the main character, Claire, reads a book of poetry. The poem that she reads in the book is not a poem written by me. Instead, it is written by a fellow Vocal author, Cathy Holmes. The poem, "Screaming Flowers", is used with her express permission. Her creativity deserves the honor of recognition. Thank you, Cathy!
By Anthony Stauffer4 years ago in Fiction
She wouldn't stop
My head was in a fog. The drugs and the alcohol left my mind altered and in a cloudy state. She stood there with her beautiful gaze piercing into my soul. I had such a hard time when I was around her because she made me feel undone. I had grown heavy with desire just looking at those perfect dark-brown eyes. Her dark brown hair that she usually kept up was sticky from our nights' activities and it clung to her neck and breasts.
By Jennifer S. Benson 4 years ago in Fiction
The Hero's Conundrum/Chapter 24
I woke up in the hospital, I didn’t die and then I heard someone coming and I pretended to be asleep. I know they are treating me here, but they are taking me to jail after this. I need to escape from here, so I waited for everyone to leave the room. Everything was really quiet, I opened mi eyes and sat on the bed. My wound is almost healed but it hurts like hell. As I’m getting out of bed I saw Calvin sleeping on a chair, I try not to make noise but he wakes up anyway, and started yelling;
By Angel Delgado4 years ago in Fiction
The Hero's Conundrum/Chapter 23
What happened? My hair is black again and I remember I was very old, or was I? How did I get here? Oh yeah, I thought about getting out and got out. Is that a new power? I went to an empty alley and tried to use that power again y thought about going to Bansao’s cabin. I opened my eyes, and I was in the middle of the woods, it looks familiar this must be where his cabin will be. It seems like I can fast travel thru space now, but not thru time. Maybe this is the key to understanding time, so I try concentrating on the explosion, when Sammael mentioned that either I wake up or stay dreaming. When I opened my eyes I was seeing the explosion thru everyone’s eyes, I can’t explain it. Then I got scared and came back here.
By Angel Delgado4 years ago in Fiction
The Hero's Conundrum/Chapter 22
The explosion was too close to us but then time stopped and this time neither Marduk nor I are able to move, we are frozen in mid explosion. I remember this! I’m able to move my fingers is not as hard to move as I thought. I can move if I want to but I remember that I couldn’t move when I was Marduk, I need to pretend that I can’t move easily. This is too tedious I move as slow as I can but I’m already on my feet and I grabbed Marduk’s hands. I remember that as Marduk I killed Bansao, but what if this is my chance to change things?
By Angel Delgado4 years ago in Fiction
The Hero's Conundrum/Chapter 21
I have my head covered with a bag and I’m with Marduk on our way to Sarah’s village, we have been on the road and I’m in pain, I’m about to faint. They tied me to a chair besides Marduk, is really weird seeing this from this perspective. Sarah was in front of us and Marduk started talking
By Angel Delgado4 years ago in Fiction
MDMA: Modern Day Medusa, Abigail
I never intended my life to be like this. I don’t think anyone really does. This isn’t the life we are promised in school when the teachers pressure us to turn our homework in on time, or the movies portray as the girl gets her prince charming. This isn’t the happily ever after I had in mind. It isn’t even happy. To walk around, doing “normal” life things, and being constantly afraid of what’s going to happen next. Feeling my heartbeat speed up as my friends leave me in a room with a man we just met, or when I’m crossing paths with a person that has their hood up on the sidewalk. That inexplicable fear, leading me to turn men to stone as their kind remarks are met with my stunning glare. All because I am constantly in the state of protecting myself from any and all harm. Logical or not. I didn’t ask for this. No one does.
By Teylar Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
The time Abigail Jones saved me.
I was raised in a very strict christian household. I was forced to wear long skirts, long sleeve shirts, no makeup, no cutting hair, no television, only certain books, no cell phones, no public school and I could only attend my home church. Many read that and first word that comes to mind is "abuse" and I would almost agree. I say almost because at the time of my upbringing I was only ever around kids like me, who grew up the same way. I attended every weekly church service, prayer meeting, youth groups, church clean day, Saturday reach out day, Sunday morning and night service. My parents created the perfect blinding bubble to raise us in to the point where we thought the whole world lived the same way. Our school was private and christian based. Every lesson had to do with God and our classes were separated by gender. I didn't know what I was robbed of until I got my first job working at a grocery store.I begged my parents for months to let me get a job, I wanted to have money of my own to contribute to Sunday offering.
By Marley Garcia4 years ago in Fiction
