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The Concealed Culture Deep Within (part six.)
It became almost like a competition to Lucy. Between her consciousness and the ticking strikes of the lounge clock above her head. To say that she was worried was most probably the biggest understatement in history. Probably any mother would be feeling like this right now. After all, she had no idea where her precious daughter was, or where she had been, all this time since she had seemingly vanished after they had both been together earlier that same day in the doctor's surgery. Her frantic mind was searching through all the many different scenarios. Had she been hurt, had she been taken off somewhere by anybody, or had she simply decided that bunking off school was a much cooler idea? The truth is that she simply just had no concrete ideas as to where she was, or what had occurred since the end of the appointment.
By Jonathan Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Diary of a Single Woman
October 29, 2021 Dear Diary, I just realized in my last entry I didn’t add a date. How am I supposed to keep track of my thoughts if I don’t add dates? What a ding-dong, right? Well, with halloween coming, I suppose I’ll spin a tale of a halloween romantic adventure. What do you think? Especially since our spook season is still burden with a pandemic.
By Iris Harris4 years ago in Fiction
Hallows' Eve Spooks
Dense fog hung ominous and heavy in the air, shrouding the forest surroundings in a cryptic haze. The wind howled, sounding like wailing wraiths. Barren branches rustled like scraggly fingers clawing the air. The calls of hooting owls heard resounding in the distance. The luminous moon loomed overhead like a smile full of wicked intent. Goosebumps materialized, crawling their way across chilled flesh. A potent energy festered in the atmosphere, which would cause one’s stomach to lurch. The air was charged. Something was bound to happen—one could just feel it.
By Jessica C.4 years ago in Fiction
Boomerang of Happiness - 14
Next day, Alex left for work early in the morning without waking Anna. She slept in as late as she could and when she finally got out of bed because she was hungry, she didn’t know what to do. She had no intention of unpacking and putting in places the new things they bought the day before or make their apartment into a livable homey space. Not only because she told Alex the truth about not knowing how to do it but also because she was hoping she would get herself out of this miserable situation one way or another and did not want to invest herself into decorating the apartment. Around noon, she made herself some scrambled eggs, ate, and went out for a walk. She got even more depressed by the small size and simplicity of the town, and went back to the apartment. On the way back, she bought a city newspaper in the kiosk and a couple of magazines to read and spent the rest of the day splitting time between reading and watching TV.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Fiction
Theoracism
Myson and Gadot delegated the coding of the site to the best computer science students from Cooney to make it look professional. They used the seed money to expand their operation, and to keep the site affordable for parents so they would be more likely to introduce their little ones to their school.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
Quinnie's Days part 1
Quinnie woke up in her childhood bedroom, though the room had none of the things it used to when she lived here fifteen years ago; well except for the old and worn mattress that she hadn’t bothered to replace. She sat up, the sun was shining through the blinds, it was six a.m. she sighed, unhappy that she had woken up so early when she didn’t have to be awake for two more hours. Knowing that going back to sleep would make her drowsy all day she stood up and stumbled sleepily into the kitchen. The floor was cold on her bare feet, “I really should get carpet”, she thought, as the cold made her feet ache. The house was quiet, she lived alone here with only the ghosts of the past memories in this home.
By Kylie Hunnel4 years ago in Fiction
Don't Tell Me Twice: Chapter Eight
Ziggy walked into the glamorous studio, eyeing the gorgeous designer furniture and coffee station. The whole room was highlighted with window walls that looked out into a city filled with sunshine and palm trees, and the woman behind the reception desk were dressed nothing less than professionally.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue4 years ago in Fiction
Don't Tell Me Twice: Chapter Seven
Buck sat in her parent’s guest room, writing up a storm. She had been able to clear her mind over the last week, and she finally was feeling more like herself. Being around her family had brought her a sense of comfort, and even though her sister and mom annoyed her by bringing up the stories about Olive in the tabloids, she enjoyed the time that she got to spend with them. Buck also liked having Jim and Stacey so close. She hadn’t got to see them as much as she would have wanted since she was constantly on tour, and she had missed their conversations, forgetting how easy it was to talk to them. Buck knew that she was going to have to leave soon, so she had been trying to spend as much time with her friends and family as she could.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue4 years ago in Fiction
