Series
chapter 24
Sonia parked on a well-worn patch of mud that served as O’Dowd’s driveway—well, 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 almost black 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 a wider tire, 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.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
My Hex-Boyfriend
“Love potions,” Ms. Alice shook her head, white curls falling about her soot-smudged face. “It’s always love potions.” She stooped over a large silver kettle inspecting its contents, breathing in the rising steam. She pitched a rough handful of herbs into the kettle before turning the crane back over the fire.
By M.K. Caudle4 years ago in Fiction
Spontaneous Ceremony
Serena rolled her shoulders as she made her rounds around the gym in the early morning hours. It had been a calm morning so far. Cocking her head to the side in curiosity, she pondered the strange sight before her. Instead of running around in the typical boundless energy, three of the kiddos were sprawled out on the floor in a circle. Serena slowly inched closer, hoping to decipher the meaning behind the unusual scene. It was a strange mystery to unravel; calmly having a powwow on the ground was abnormal gym behavior. As she quietly crept closer, the trio were unaware, completely immersed in their current endeavor.
By Jessica C.4 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
Still sobbing, Mekayla flung open the door the door to her loft letting it bang up her amber painted wall. Unaware she left the door open, she quickly shuffled to her computer desk, took out the drawer, and flipped it over on top of the desk. There taped to the underside of the drawer was her emergency stash of green. She furiously wiped at the tears dropping from her face as she delicately removed the small baggie from the drawer. She then went into her bathroom and found a package of rolling papers in the basket of towels. She walked back into the living room, got a book off of her bookshelf and took everything to the pillow area. As if on cue, Mekayla instantly stopped crying, because she knew being upset would fuck up her rolling pattern. She managed to roll three perfect joints that she left on the top of the book as she pondered her situation.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Fiction
Cataclysm - Part 2
When the cataclysm happened, my family lived in Texas but I wasn't able to get back to them. I haven't been in contact with them for some time. I remembered my Aunt telling me my Papa always said if anything ever happened, head towards what he knew as home. When he was a young man, he lived in a small town area of Southeastern Oklahoma. That's where I was headed.
By Teresa Littig4 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
Sadiah promised Pete that she wouldn't work at the club for a week if he promised not to tell her Daddy that he found her just yet. She opened up to him telling the horrible Ms. Howard story and now Pete understood why Sadiah ran away. Since Brett was never home anymore, Sadiah had time to herself to think but the jonesin made it impossible for her to sit still, so she went for a walk.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Fiction
Becoming Another (PT I)
“Pick it up.” “No.” “I said pick it up.” It took three more minutes of arguing before they got it folded it into the trunk. Stellisa and her father climbed back into the old Ford and he grunted as the keys clicked over and the engine roared to life. They didn’t speak a word until they were long down the highway.
By E.B. Johnson 4 years ago in Fiction
WIDOWer Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15 Julie falls asleep less than an hour into their trip and stays asleep the entire ride. Warren calls Senior to confirm they’d received his gifts and surprisingly enough, they had changed their plans and were on their way to the airport, headed to Carolina to visit his great aunt Betty.
By Veronica Pollard4 years ago in Fiction
