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Dreamer - Chapter 17
Disclaimer: This story has multiple parts. To read the previous part, you can click here. "Welcome to Newspaper," The teacher, Ms. Lanz, cheerfully said as everyone piled into the classroom. I looked around for Liam and a sigh of relief left my body once I realized I didn't see him.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
When No One Else Will
She stands staring at the large envelope on her kitchen table. Everything just got more real to her. What started out as a joke is no longer funny. She reaches for the envelope, trying to convince herself this will turn out to be a joke and something to laugh about with Damian. Her gut is telling her otherwise, as she tears it open a driver's license slips out, it is her picture, a recent picture, but not her name. Beckey Keller, from Whitehouse, Kansas. She dumps out the envelope, there is a plane ticket to Hollywood Burbank Airport, a ticket to a Halloween Horror Night, a hotel reservation number, $10,000 dollars in $100.00 bills and a sticky note that reads Hank Terms, 10:00pm, The Exorcist, Red door. Damian said she would get her target and instructions; she stares at the money wondering if she can pull this off. Her anger reassures her, I can do this. The thought of what is happening and all that goes unchecked is to say the least.... infuriating. She told Damian if no one was going to stop these things from happening she would certainly try. So, here she is looking at her first opportunity.
By Michele J.4 years ago in Fiction
The Witches Trap
A white light falls over Tasmania, like the webbing of a million spiders protecting, shining, turning to silver beneath the light of a waxing moon powered by every witch near and far. From across Australia, they gathered in Zoom, by phone and by word-of-mouth. They combined their magic with their Tasmanian sisters under siege before they woke Millie.
By Karen Eastland 4 years ago in Fiction
Knight's Haven
I had never believed in magic. Even as a child, it wasn't something that really made sense to me. There was no scientific explanation for how it would be possible, and no solid proof of anything magical ever happening. This won't be a story of how I believed so hard I went on my own little quest to find the truth and prove everyone wrong. I'm too lazy for that. I just simply didn't believe in magic, until I had no other choice.
By Robin Sear4 years ago in Fiction
Secrets Of The Lake
My therapist says self care is an important step in the "healing trauma" process and I still haven't figured that out. I've been thinking that should probably include mani/pedis once every 2 weeks, shopping with my mans card, fancy dinners and drinks with my sexy, hung, muscled, chocolate boyfriend, who gives some amazing head, mind-blowing sex and fat blunts just ready to be lit. Instead, I am currently sitting in a room, in front of a lawyer, filled with my 12 cousins, 3 sisters, and my parents.
By Alexis Lopez 4 years ago in Fiction
Prologue for Lake of souls
In the beginning the world was gray. The creatures of this world did not know life or death, hunger or thirst, nor heat or cold. The creatures merely wandered the planet occasionally engaging in combat with one another though it meant nothing. Their existence had no true meaning and the world was static and unchanging.
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Fiction
Hidden In Plain Sight
Artemis didn’t dare move. She lay frozen in the crawl space of the Kincaid building between the floorboards of the third floor and the ceiling of the second floor watching the scene play out below her. The man’s fingers crawled through the blonde account manager’s hair like the spiders Artemis pictured were crawling around in her own. The manager’s online calendar had her scheduled to be in a conference on the other side of campus for the next hour. Artemis knew this to be true, because she had hacked the calendar and scheduled it. Yet here she was in her office, exactly when she was scheduled to be out of her office, entertaining a burly man with thick dark hair. Artemis thought he might be the visiting professor in the History department from Brazil. Or was he from Argentina? It was hard to be sure who the man was in the low light and entangled limbs. She watched the scene play out from her perch in the ceiling, wracking her brain to remember why she had thought breaking in during work hours was a good idea. The crawl space was hot, dusty, and confining to the point it was making Artemis anxious. She wasn’t claustrophobic in the slightest, but the combination of being baked by the warm air from the ductwork and squeezed in this tiny gap made her want to jump out of the ceiling and shake like a dog just brought in from the rain. This should have been a simple mission. Sneak in, unlock a window for re-entry later, and sneak back out before anyone knew she had been there. Things hadn’t gone as planned, but they would get a whole lot worse if she didn’t get into that office.
By R. S. Bliss4 years ago in Fiction
