Series
The Assassin's Tale
Chapter 1 “All I’m saying is, what are we actually looking for all the way out here?” The solider motioned to the sheer cliffed mountains surrounding them and the snow that had been falling lightly but steadily for days. “I mean look where we are Joshua! What crusade ever happened in the mountains in the middle of winter?” He kicked at a pile of snow. “Winter is no time for a war!” The soldier looked at his companion suspiciously “And we haven’t seen another living soul the whole time we’ve been out here. They are looking for something.” He said nodding, as if agreeing with himself. “They won’t tell us what, but they are definitely looking for something.” The guard named Joshua glanced around nervously looking for listening ears. “Keep your voice down. If one of the priests heard you talking like that you’d get tied to a tree and left for the panthers.” At the mention of the panthers both men stopped walking their round and stared into the blackness of the trees surrounding the expedition’s camp. The villagers in the area told stories about people going missing in these hills and the ones that made it out talked about the panthers like they were demons that climbed straight out of hell. “Big as a man, silent as a shadow, and quick as snakes!” one traveler had said before they had left. “The ones you see aren’t the problem, It’s the ones you don’t see that’ll get ya.” said another. A patrol had disappeared two nights back. Nothing had been found in the morning but some tattered uniforms covered in blood. The memory of the men’s screams waking him that night made the hair prickle on the back of his neck.
By R. S. Bliss4 years ago in Fiction
7. Adventure into the Unknown
The sunlight outside casted a comforting warmth within the interior of the living room, where Alicia and her little brother sat. The two of them were on a couch, gazing intently at the tv in front of them, watching a show. “I told you,” Adam exclaimed, joyfully, “The bad man always loses.”
By Vithurshan Thajenthiran4 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Part II
The Twisted Tales for Toilet Time Series project of short stories is aimed to be a collection of ultra-short short stories that can be read in the average duration of a toilet visit. Most of which fall into the category of the absurd and have little, to no real plot significance.
By Savannah K. Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
Assassins High School
I was the last one up that morning which meant I would be the last one to shower. “Oh crap,” I said, throwing down my fist into my mattress. I sat up and began to walk to the bathroom. It was an okay size, a small separate room held the toilet and shower. The rest was a giant mirror and two sinks. “Why didn’t any of you wake me up? There won’t be any hot water left,” I looked inside and saw Halle now with wavy hair from the braids and applying a long cateye with her eyeliner and Brailee was brushing her hair.
By AnnaMarie K Cobb4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 3: Imminent Disaster
By noon Jacob’s living room was littered with open books and loose papers. So immersed in reading the material on his laptop, he didn’t hear the knocking on the door. After an interval, the door handle jiggled. Finding the door unlocked, the caller opened the door and peered in. Cautiously stepping over a book the visitor looked around in wonder.
By Tina Drechny4 years ago in Fiction
The Tales of a Mad Scientist
(Elias Milton Sammeuls III, the mad scientist meets and interacts with Flex Fox while at CauZmic high school.) Elias was an acclaimed scientist and even a candidate to receive a Nobel Peace Prize for his eco-friendly energy solutions. But there is a secret scandalous part of Elias's life that ultimately leads to one of the most dangerous, and unstable times in human history.
By Elijah Davis4 years ago in Fiction
Something Darker; Chapter 11
My side hurts. It's a dull burning and strumming pain. I woke up in my room at the hotel. Which was both surprising and alarming. Janice is the first person I see, and she tells me what happened. I was slightly annoyed at Zanthus's call, but I don't suppose I was really in any position to argue. When she told me that their mother also knew, I had become alarmed and had been ill at ease until I had met her. She was kind enough, but I was not too thrilled at the idea of so many people knowing.
By Katarzyna Crevan4 years ago in Fiction
