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The Samurai's Whisper
A horse cantered up over the horizon. In one hand the rider held a meter long blade, in the other the reins. He looked out over the open valley as the warriors below noticed his arrival. Acting on instinct and survival they took positions of advantage and cover as they noticed the distinct armour, that directly signified what they were about to be facing. The moon light caught the highlights of the armoured plates that covered the rider and the horse. The Samurai.
By Robert Hammond4 years ago in Fiction
Zero State
Avery started walking back downtown, knowing precisely where he was heading, stopping only once to dig a pen out of his backpack to sign all of the tickets, as well as print his name and other identifying information in the space provided. Lottery tickets were bearer instruments, but, once signed, could only be redeemed by the signatory.
By Asyu Ish4 years ago in Fiction
Bard: Chapter Nine
The hall where the reading classes took place was just a few streets over from the music hall. Liam shot glances through each of the open doors and arched courtyard entrances in case Trista was still around, but there was no sign of her. He circled around until he found the building Travis had described, and the correct door. There was light under the door, which either meant it was the right place or a proper bard class was going on. Before he lost nerve and went home, he tugged the door open and stepped inside.
By Rena4 years ago in Fiction
Running Through The Rain
Jace’s POV I found Cynthia lying in a chair in the observatory underneath one of my blankets, she had a bottle of wine in one hand and had mascara-filled tears running down her face. I quietly walked over and leaned down next to her and waited for her to look at me. “Where did I go wrong? Am I not nice, do I not make you happy?” She asked, I opened my mouth then closed it, deciding not to answer her. She looked over at me and wiped her eyes with her arm, she had known that Samantha and I have been spending a great deal of time together. I have had all my intentions on trying to show Samantha how I feel that I completely ignored Cynthia’s attempts to seduce me. I took her hand and looked her in the eyes. “Cynthia, I don’t love you…I don’t want to marry you, and I don’t want children with you.” She sniffled then pulled her hand away, “It’s a bit too late for that.” I froze, my whole being went completely numb, I stared at her as she leaned over and picked up a letter handing it to me. “Congratulations, daddy.” She said. I took the piece of paper and read it over, Cynthia stared at me, tears streaming down her face. “your, you're having a halfling?” I asked, trying to catch my breath. She nodded and turned away from me, I slowly got up and walked out of the room not even bothering to shut the door behind me. I made my way up to my parents’ bedroom; I knew they would be in there by now waiting for sleep to overcome them as the sun rose. I walked in with the paper, my mother was sitting in her rocking chair reading and my father was laying in bed telling her of the week’s festivities. “I hope you both are happy with yourselves.” I stated, “You have both got what you want, now let me have what I want.” I set the paper down in front of my mother and left the room, this was it this was me deciding what I wanted to do with my future, I wanted to be with Samantha and I was not going to let what my family wanted to get in the way of that.
By Lily Ann4 years ago in Fiction
Ransom
Narissa studied her handiwork with narrowed eyes and pursed lips. The two girls before her stood in stark contrast to each other. One was a pale, thin thing with eyes that saw everything but betrayed nothing. The other was short and slightly plump from her years of plush palace service, her expression betraying her fear and anxiety.
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Death (part 14)
Lulu slammed her hand against the table, furious with Drina. “Talk to us! Stop keeping everything in the dark! You’ve dug yourself deep and if you only just open up, we can help you!”
By Turan Turnip4 years ago in Fiction
An Unexpected Encounter: Part Three
Fan fiction prose by: Katlin Moak © All rights reserved 2021 “Before we go, we’ll need this.” He walks over to the living room and picks up a throw blanket that was folded on top of the ottoman. His place was tidy but extremely quiet. No pets, not even a fish tank. Guess he wasn’t kidding about not being here very much. He offered me his arm and escorted me outside. Yes, he was indeed a true gentleman. The backyard was just as glorious as you might imagine. There were tall green plants boarding the enormous swimming pool. Not one, but two waterfalls, including a grotto style hot tub. Off to the side of the pool area was a fancy looking bar with pool tables and tv’s. There was even a greenhouse. “Check this out.” He said as he opened the door and took me inside. The place was full of all sorts of different flowers and plants. Long vines with purple leaves outlined the window sills. The place was full of so many colors. It was a bit surreal, kinda like this entire experience so far. “You keep up with all of this? By yourself?” I asked curiously while walking around. He let out a deep sigh and replied, “Yeaah, it looks better when I actually put time into it. I’ve been so preoccupied with work lately. It’s been hard to focus on stuff that isn’t ‘work related,’ ya know?” He gazed off, while lightly tracing his fingers along a bed of petunias. It was almost as if he was lost in thought. I couldn’t help but stare in wonderment. Could Evan Peters be lonely out here in LA?
By Katlin Moak4 years ago in Fiction
Diary of a Single Woman
Dear Diary, Welcome to my diary of being single. I know it seems strange to write a full blown diary about living as a single person. I mean, what types of adventures can I possible have? Why would my mundane lifestyle make for entertainment reading? It’s not like I have a boyfriend who annoys me, or I’m married to someone I butt heads with every single day.
By Iris Harris4 years ago in Fiction
Grandmother's Promise
Serena followed Karissa around like a devoted puppy or like a little duckling after its mother. It didn’t bother Karissa, although it took some adjusting—it was so different than what she was used to. Actually, that wasn’t completely accurate; the following didn’t bother her, but the swirling rumors from the other kids did. They started lumping Serena into the accusations, insinuating that she ate kids, too—that’s the only way she could tolerate the presence of the monster, the Lone Wolf. Indignation burned in her stomach at the false allegations. Sure, they weren’t true about herself, but Karissa didn’t go out of her way to interact with others. Despite the fabricated nature of the claims, Karissa could at least understand how one might believe it. The same couldn’t be said about Serena. She was way too pure. Too innocent. She radiated sunshine. How the other kids could lump her into a “monster” status, dubbing her a fellow child-consumer was unfathomable. Did they even have functioning eyes? She heaved an exasperated huff. Did the brains housed in their thick skulls work at all or were they merely just for show? The flock mentality of people was rather tasteless.
By Jessica C.4 years ago in Fiction
Boomerang of Happiness - 12
When they arrived in Dushanbe, for the first three weeks Alex and Anna were put up in a temporary apartment owned by the Ministry of Defense. Anna immediately pointed out how “provincial” and small the city was. The apartment was conveniently located downtown, so on the first evenings Alex and Anna took walks around downtown, but Anna didn’t really like that and on the third day Alex went for a walk by himself. The apartment was minimally furnished and had a small poorly equipped kitchen. Using that as a pretext, Anna managed to get herself out of cooking, and they lived on what Alex knew how to make, mostly scrambled eggs, sandwiches, and pasta.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Fiction
The Dawn of Spring
In the beginning, before there was was or was not, there was and there was not a realm in which darkness reigned; it was called the night-mother, and it was as long as forever and as vast as the ocean's ancestor. The realm of the night-mother was the night, and this night had quite the sinister atmosphere to it, as if there was a dragon lurking in its depths waiting to strike. For an eternity, the night. And then, in the dark suddenly... there was Light.
By Insinq Datum4 years ago in Fiction
Integrity Funeral Home - In the Middle of the Covid-19 Pandemic
Crystal walked up to the front doors of the old building and looked around, taking in the majesty of the craftsmanship, and the feel of everything that happens behind the door. This was the first day of her new job, and what felt like the start of something new. She reached out and grasped the door tightly and gave a large tug, released the large wooden panel from its jam and reveling the soft and sensitive decor that lay beyond it. A gentle fragrance of cinnamon and vanilla welcomed Crystal to her new life.
By Neferitiri4 years ago in Fiction