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And then there were Two
As I rose and dusted myself off, I heard the gentle nicker of a horse. Stricken I whirled towards it to find peering at me from the shrubbery of the tree line was the rider and horse from the night before. I had been so intent on watching the riders inside The Green Bucket and their leaving along the stream, I had not thought to look elsewhere. I was both alarmed and relieved simultaneously to see it was merely the young rider from the night before. Surely, if this person had hidden from the other riders as well, then I had nothing to fear. Did I?
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in Fiction
Downfall - 1
All I could feel was the frigid wind that blew through the very small window that lay up on the first few inches down the wall from the ceiling. Not to mention that the walls were made of pure concrete. I crawled over to the thin, hard mattress that was on a metal frame. This kind of reminded me of what the prison beds looked like in film. I brought my knees up to my chest so I could lie my chin on the crater between my knees.
By Emily Blackburn4 years ago in Fiction
WIDOWer
CHAPTER 1 It had been a long damp and rainy day. Six thirty sharp, ashy blue and gray clouds fill the evening sky as Bria shuts down her office and heads down to the parking garage, thrilled to be heading somewhere besides her quiet house. As she walks off of the elevator, she is greeted by Jennifer and Dillon, two of her coworkers.
By Veronica Pollard4 years ago in Fiction
WIDOWer
CHAPTER 3 It’d been almost a month of late-night phone calls and cancelled lunch dates since Warren and Bria’s dinner date. Warren busy with plans of opening two new locations at work and with the start of a new school year for his daughter, Julie. And Bria busy working with a new client and rapidly approaching the end of a quarter. The last few months of the year were always chaotic for her, but quarterly reports seemed impossible sometimes and dealing with new clients was a nuisance. Thursday night around eight o’clock, Bria’s phone rings
By Veronica Pollard4 years ago in Fiction
Lake of Souls Chapter 6
Previous Chapter I stared into the lake wondering how I was going to fight a guy I couldn't touch. As I looked at myself I started noticing all of the scars on my body. I never fully healed after each death, I just came back with fresh scarring. My body was an utter mess at this point but it was still functioning and strong so I guess I had nothing to complain about. I reached towards the souls swimming in the lake when my hand was stopped by an invisible force, "No no. Soul touching is for people who don't die. You have to go back and figure this out. This is only the third King. You still have two more to go after this one and I've heard the Water King is a real nightmare. So get back in the fight Xea. Go, win, and move forward to collect your soul." With that my vision went dark again and then I was waking up looking at the floor.
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Fiction
"Don't Tell Me Twice": Chapter Twelve
Buck walked into the studio, juggling her hot coffee between sips. It had been a long night, and though she was tired, she knew that time recording was just what she needed. Seeing Olive last night had devastated her and left her with many unanswered questions. Olive was not the same woman that she once knew, and at this point, she realized that there was no way to turn back time to the way that things were before the other woman had left. Olive had changed, and the part of her heart that had once bonded with the other woman was broken.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue4 years ago in Fiction
