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Lake of Souls Chp. 2
Previous Chapter I grabbed a soldier running by me and picked him up, bringing him up to look at me, "Why are you all running around like this? Has the volcano not erupted before?" I took a moment to note that my voice now sounded much harsher than it had before. Like I was speaking through gravel.
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Fiction
Fading Out
WEDNESDAY You've already had too much burden to live with. I was determined to help you. I meant well the entire ride, and for a while it worked out. Your one second of solitude in the morning before everything bad sunk in eventually became eight, and then thirty, a minute, an hour, until it would only slip in at unexpected times here and there.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
My Demons and I
The voices in my head have always been dark, suffocating and relentless. They have been with me for a long time; most of my life actually. My demons and I have grown to become friends over the years. They have been the only presence that has always been there with me. A long time ago my mom passed away. I was a mess. I didn’t know how I was supposed to act. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do with all the pain I felt. I would cry and scream inside and then I would look up through my tears and there they were, my demons.
By Torey Barrett4 years ago in Fiction
Hidden In Plain Sight: Chapter 7
Artemis danced around the kitchen in her pajamas, pretending to be conducting The Four Seasons by Vivaldi that she had playing through the stereo as she cooked breakfast. The sweet and savory smell of sizzling maple bacon filled the flat as if it were riding the chords coming from the orchestra luring the groggy Biscuits out of the bedroom. “Merry Christmas Biscuits!” Artemis slid across the linoleum floor in her socks and sitting down on the floor threw her arms around the befuddled mutt. Biscuits allowed the hug and then went and sat on his cooking pillow next to the stove with the same sleepy look of anticipation Artemis swore every student in her 8am Ecology class wore while they waited for their coffee to cool to a drinkable temperature. Biscuits’ love for napping was only eclipsed by his love for food. Knowing this to be true, Artemis cooked up the aromatic delicacy with her veggie omelet to treat her best friend on Christmas morning. Artemis wasn’t vegetarian technically, she enjoyed a good steak or cheeseburger from time to time, but she tended to eat lighter more vegetable filled meals most of the time. She would leave the greasy bacon to Biscuits. Artemis sat down at the table with a plate full of scrambled eggs and vegetables, and her favorite “Don’t Talk To Me” mug full of piping hot coffee. The music was still playing softly from the speakers in the living room. She shoveled a few bites of eggs into her mouth and grabbed her phone to send the picture of McClarrenville from the night before to her mom.
By R. S. Bliss4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter Two
It didn’t take long for George to pull up outside of Sofia’s apartment building. Since it was late into the night, there was hardly any traffic on the road, and they were lucky enough to not get stopped at any lights. After five minutes of driving, George pulled to a stop outside of Sofia’s towering, apartment building. When he put on the brakes, Sofia moved to unbuckle her seatbelt before she turned to him with a grateful smile.
By TheLostGirlxox4 years ago in Fiction
It's not magical thinking
CHAPTER SEVEN Jayne ascended from last night’s heavenly dream and stepped onto the small porch off her bedroom. She sunk into an upholstered deck chair. The periwinkle dawn provided a backdrop to a sparkling array of lights from the melange of houses below. The Pacific Coast Highway curved its snake-like lava flow, separating the ocean’s deep blue that stretched to the horizon. A new day was waking up ready to greet the sun.
By Jan Portugal4 years ago in Fiction
