Series
The Proxies - Beginning
A glance was all it took. My curiosity had won over as soon as I'd spotted him in the corner of my field of vision. I was drawn to him, to the movement, even though I knew I should look elsewhere. When our eyes met, I was already in too deep.
By T.A. Terra4 years ago in Fiction
The Weeping Woman
A low bonfire burns between the smooth stones of a dry riverbed, thin pillars of smoke wisp into the canopy above. A woman in plain travelling clothes sits on the most comfortable rock available, resting her chin on her clasped hands. She has drawn her hair and cloak back, bathing her face in the fire's glow. She warms herself, collecting her thoughts.
By Thomas James Donoghue4 years ago in Fiction
Their Game
"Run. Get yourself out as quick as you can. Your life depends on it." The spotty message ended off my holographic watch. I stared at the blank space where my number one techie's image had been. After months - if not years - and watching that video dozens of time, I was finally here. End of the line. I remember being taken, the struggle of trying to be free when my body couldn't move. It took so much investigation and pain to determine that I was locked in a fake reality. Whatever they'd done to me, however long I'd been here, I was about to be rid of it. Before me, the small red crystal hovered. As soon as I broke it, I would be free!
By Knyghtmare4 years ago in Fiction
Snowstorm, Sparkling, Raindrops, Silver Light, Rose, Raven and Believer
Mister Snowstorm, The times I'm living in now, without you, have been the iciest cold I've ever known. My insides are frozen solid and there's nothing to crack the surface of it or a warmth to get things up and flowing again. Everything is stuck in place.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
When No One Else Will
Casey and her mom sat outside of the café holding their coffee cups; it was brisk this morning. Her mom telling her about some of the costumes the kiddos were wearing last night. She was supposed be there, but she canceled. It was not entirely a lie; feeling sick. She needed some download time. She remembered at one point; thinking about using the costume on Halloween night at her mom's. That was before the gravity of the situation set in, true she felt no remorse. The act itself did not bother her. The two things she had gnawing at her were; The trust she put in people; she did not know, blindly following instructions; this troubled her. This was out of character, since the mugging for sure. The other; She was lucky; Hank could have had a gun or a knife. In a life and death scenario, can she defend herself? These are the parts she needed to deal with. “Casey, Casey Earth to Casey.” her mom was saying with a smile.
By Michele J.4 years ago in Fiction
Lyrical, Hershey, Rocket-ship, Waterfall, New and Epilogue
Mister Lyrical, You know the only way I can be semi-good with words is if I can write them down and see them in front of me. I'm the type of person that needs pen and paper to think straight, or else nothing makes sense.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
