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The Never Ending End Chapter 2
Chapter Two Brookes Shop
By Clyde Swob4 years ago in Fiction
Mr. Ambitious
(This post is Part II check the previous post for part one of the teasers.) When you start a company they tell you to have a financial safety net, that way if you fall, the net will catch you. Well, I had fallen directly through that net and had sacrificed my car as well.
By Elijah Davis4 years ago in Fiction
Love Is My Superpower
Sofia worked quietly at the table, happily drawing and coloring with the marker located next her. Her makeshift folder made from taped paper was brimming with her creations and materials of paper, popsicle sticks, scissors, and a glue stick. She adored arts and crafts; they were her favorite. She didn’t understand why most of the other kids always wanted to run off to the gym—it always got incredibly loud in there. Sofia shuddered; she wanted no part of the noisiness. She smiled to herself; hanging out with Serena by herself and sometimes with a couple other kids suited her just fine.
By Jessica C.4 years ago in Fiction
The Concealed Culture Deep Within (part eight.)
"On it, I'll bring the slider board too!" shouted Ellen, as she fast-paced back to the ambo to fetch more blankets to wrap Josie in, who might well be responding through indications of the existence of a pulse at the time but, unfortunately, was still not in a position of providing any outward physical responses. Her heart rate was back in regular sinus rhythm right now, however, so her body was back in the land of the living, so to speak, but her eyes remained closed and her extremities were unresponsive to any outward stimuli. To all intense purposes, the young girl was really in no way safely out of the woods yet, not by a long shot.
By Jonathan Townend4 years ago in Fiction
A World Gone Mad
Friday the 13th dawned chill… and weird. Eric had already left for work, Claire didn’t even hear him leave, nor did she feel his lips touch her forehead as he kissed her goodbye. She rubbed her eyes and nestled herself further into the bed, not wanting to expose herself to the cold air of their shitty apartment. The building was old, despite the landlord’s vainest attempt to make it look remotely modern. The original windows were still installed but were only effective at looking like windows. Cold air, humid air, wind, rain, snow, it all seemed to make its way past the windows. Their heating bill was horrendous in the winter.
By Anthony Stauffer4 years ago in Fiction
We Can't All Be Heroes
Scalding water burned the back of my neck as I stood in the blank bathroom. The brass footed tub was a stark white. The plastic shower curtain teased transparency, but was just opaque enough to not be seen through. The clean white of the sink sparkled underneath the blinding bright light of the single florescent bulb illuminating the room. The toilet sat across from the sink, the shower across from the solid white door with a brass knob perfectly cleaned to gleam as if it were still new. A window let natural light in from behind the shower. The small glass opening was the only thing contrasting the light gray walls. The only sounds in the room were that of the water hitting the basin of the bathtub and the loud fan that kept the perfectly reflective mirror from getting fogged over. Of course, due to the length of my shower, it got dirtied anyways. I ran my hands through my hair, my mind taking me somewhere I'd rather be.
By Knyghtmare4 years ago in Fiction
Kaylee's Goodbye
After his parents kicked him out, Kayden had thought his story was over there. But on the contrary, his story had only just begun. This was the end of her story and her parents’ hopes and dreams of what she would become one day. Kaylee was a beautiful little caterpillar slowly inching through a world of pressure and people being moulded by society and as she prepares herself for a long sleep, she realizes this is not who she is and wishes to be in a different body, As that part of Kaylee had become a hard chrysalis, after time something beautiful rips through the chrysalis, an elegant person emerges from the chrysalis born anew: leaving behind the shell of the empty chrysalis like he was leaving behind a past self he will never forget.
By Logan Harnish4 years ago in Fiction
The Hardest Farewell
SUNDAY Seriously though, I genuinely think I would feel a lot better about bidding farewells if you came to realize just how incredible and spectacular you are. Of course, as the person who was lucky to call you mine, it was my job to make you feel beautiful both inside and out, but it was more than just a job or a duty to me. I didn't do that for relationship points or to get kudos from the people we walked by on the streets. That never mattered. Other people were never important when it came down to the two of us.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
Losing Orbit
THURSDAY When I lost loved ones in death, I didn't handle it very well. For a period of time that I can't count I didn't allow myself to feel anything. I powered through every single day like everything was the same old usual, which a human being isn't meant to bottle up. There were no tears from me. No struggles to breathe. No tightness in the chest. No dizziness. I didn't let anything in, and thus, I forced myself not to be overwhelmed.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
When I Picture My Beloved. Top Story - November 2021.
MONDAY I've been meaning to ask you this, by the way. It might sound rather silly and I can easily imagine you laughing if I said this to your face, but I'm not kidding around. What is it about you that made you strong enough to not only look at me, but willingly spend time around me? What gave you the electric charge to stare right into my eyes without batting your own? Why were you able to stand being aware of my existence?
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
