Series

Blood, Honey, Salt (Part 1)
Now: The Boy The small boy sat very still on the ledge, dwarfed by the stone arch of the window, the rock cold and hard under his bottom.
By L.C. Schäfer4 years ago in Fiction
JACK OF DIAMONDS
iii Chernetsov stood at the side of his wife’s bed looking down at her shattered body. They’d counted…what…he couldn’t even remember how many broken bones they’d told him she had. It was too many to wrap his head around at the moment. Her spleen was damaged, her large intestine perforated—he didn’t even know there was a smaller one—and they took out part of her liver; her kidneys were damaged and one of her lungs had collapsed. Her skull had been fractured when she’d hit the ground. The tears spilled down his rough cheeks unchecked as the doctor tried to explain the details, and the consequences of those details. He wasn’t listening though—not really—he couldn’t hear the man above the roar inside his own head. He wiped the tears off his face with a degree of anger, telling himself it couldn’t possibly have been an accident. He refused to believe it was an accident. In fact, you’d have to convince him that it wasn’t deliberate. Everything that happened over the past ten days and more, was more than he could wish upon any man.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
Starship Driver
I was born without limbs. By this admission, I seek no pity, for I have mastered my profession, without them. Today, I am, likely, faster than anyone whom you have ever met — though not faster than some of the acquaintances I have made! The distances I have traveled should fit to boggle almost any Concordance citizen.
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
Wingless Angel
I start my day like every other day: wake up at 6:30 in the morning, go to the gym for an hour, come home, shower, and eat. Breakfast is different though. It consists of eggs, bacon, and a piece of toast. Usually it's blueberries, strawberries, two raw eggs, spinach, and two apples blended together. No, it's not the best-tasting, but it keeps me healthy and in shape. I have no plans for today for it was the weekend, and I don't work on the weekend. I have no friends and no pets. It's just me, myself, and I. It can get lonely at times, but I also enjoy the peace and quiet. My breakfast is bland. I need to spice it up with something.
By Mae Crosby4 years ago in Fiction
Zara Kozi, 1921
INT. Finn’s Office – Day Zara Kozi, 25, sits on the middle of the wide mid century modern sofa before a tea table. She shifts her fake leather handbag from her lap to the small and empty lamp table beside her seat.
By Lobna Kowsar4 years ago in Fiction
Retreat at the Camel Cove Lodge Part 8
This is the 8th chapter of a collaborative story. For the first chapter: https://shopping-feedback.today/fiction/retreat-at-the-camel-cove-lodge%3C/p%3E%3C/a%3E%3Cdiv class="css-1htaxga-Flex">
By Marti Maley4 years ago in Fiction

Dreamer - Chapter 27

"I refuse to lie just to please you." "You lie about other things." "I do not." "You're lying right now." "Oh really?" I asked him, "What the hell am I lying about?"

By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction

Acta Non Verba

TWO. The early morning glow was just coming in the window of the bedroom as the silence was broken by a loud ring, then a couple of seconds of silence and then another ring. From under the covers of the bed a hand reached out and slammed down on the alarm clock. Then another ring broke the silence. From under the covers this time a sigh and a muttering came out “Do you know what time it is.” Then another ring came accompanied by a hurried rustling of the covers. Jim tried to scramble to his feet to answer the phone but the sheets had become entangled in his feet. He kicked at them and said gruffly. “Stupid, stupid sheets who invented them? I’d like to have a word or two with him.” Another ring sounded and Jim was able to grab the phone before he fell onto the floor with one lone sheet still entrenched around his right foot. “Hello, do you know what time it is?” he said. At this point Jim was greeted with a loud and annoying dial tone. “That’s great just great. Call me and hang up just as I get there.” he proclaimed.

By Bryan Burden4 years ago in Fiction

Lawless

Natalia It was a dark and stormy night. Okay, well it was only, like 9 am, but there were still clouds and rain and lightning. As was the norm in the Pacific Northwest. I’d just gotten out of the shower and stood in the small closet space of my one-bedroom apartment, looking for something to wear to school today. It’s not like I had a wide variety to choose from. But I still wanted to look presentable with a hint of badass for my first day of Freshman year at the university. I’d gotten a full-ride scholarship to Anarchy Academy, that I didn’t even apply for, but turned them down. I, in no way, wanted to follow in my father’s footsteps. I’d emancipated from him, not long after Mom died, and I had no interest in becoming an assassin or taking over my sperm donor’s gang. AA was a school developed for the two ruling gangs in Mayhem, Anarch. It was odd how opposing gangs can go to school together, but that wasn’t my problem to worry about.

By Nic Ramsey4 years ago in Fiction

TRIP 'n' DAISY

Bright psychedelic images flashed through my mind like an out-of-control kaleidoscope while Daisy and I were relaxing in the Hippie Hangout with a small group of friendly Greenlanders that were hitching a rid to our next destination—wish I knew where that was. Then, jumpin'-Jack-flash, the next thing I knew, the truck and trailer were parked on top of a gargantuan whale's back and we were surfing through the icy North Atlantic Ocean. Thankfully the sea is calm and as I gather my wits, although to be truthful, I’m witless at the time, I take in our surroundings but all I can see is water in every direction. Daisy is as astonished as me as she looks out the front window and casually declares, "Whatever. Icebergs, polar bears, why not trip out on a huge freakin’ whale! Not sure if it’s a male humpback whale but Daisy isn’t taking any chances, I notice she’s not bending over so much. Man! Don’t know what we’re smokin’ but this is some elite, el primo, first-class, high-in-the-sky stuff."

By Len Sherman4 years ago in Fiction

Frozen Hearts

They never tell you that it starts with a sliver. Just a tiny little shard and it’s in. Insidious. Quiet. Creeping through your veins. You grow up hearing the stories, meant to scare children into behaving, the proverbial boogeyman given one specific shape. A tale of a curse told so long ago that it became legend. A whisper. A fairy tale. But the truth’s been warped with the years of the telling. It doesn’t happen how they say - one casting and your fate is sealed. No. It starts with just a little sliver, a thought, a fear, a failure. A changing. And then it grows.

By Aubrey Berry4 years ago in Fiction

Rain

William's POV "Good morning father," I say as I walk over to my desk and notice a couple of piles of papers that I will need to go through. "Not a good morning, not a good morning at all my son." My father started as he moved over to the couch that is sitting in the middle of my office. I look up and watch him for a moment before starting to go through the notes that are on my desk. "What do you need father, I'm very busy." My father stands up again and moves over to the desk, he puts his hands on it and leans down. "Your sister, she's just like you, two ungrateful...Anyway, we need to get ready for you to leave at the beginning of November." I froze, my mind traveling to Chloe, who looked just like Rachel..."Why November?" I ask under my breath, trying not to let him know that she is on my mind. "It gives you two months to pack and to start training your replacement here." My father motioned around the room. "But it's so soon..." I replied as I looked down to start focusing on my work. "You'll be fine." was the last thing my father said before walking out of my office.

By Lily Ann4 years ago in Fiction