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Theoracism
Gadot and Myson walked to the escalators at Cooney Academy. The gleaming steel and polished mahogany reminded them of what their parents had partially paid for to keep this school going. They reached the C-suite where the Board met.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
Bard: Chapter 3
“Welcome to Ford,” Laura said dryly, spreading her arms wide over the muddy streets and weather-beaten buildings of the river town. It was a big place, but not well kept. There were cleaner areas to the north where wealthy merchants and travelers booked passage on ferries, but more often a person found space on a barge near the warehouse district, which is where they had led Trista. “Best of luck to you. Goodbye.”
By Rena4 years ago in Fiction
Hell's Ten
This is Part 3 in a series! Parts 1 and 2 are up here: Part 1 Kace, Part 2 Ethel Marko woke up with a raging headache. Groggily he rolled off the narrow couch where he lay and passed a hand over his face. Too much again last night. Too much to drink, too many games of dice, too much fun. Through the curtain that separated him from the front room, he could hear talking and laughter, although it was now early in the morning. Voices slurred, heavy with drink, and he could hear bartenders ordering customers out when they got too rowdy. He stumbled over to the washbasin in the corner, groaning as he fumbled for the tap.
By charlotte meilaender4 years ago in Fiction
Radio Silence - Part 4
“So why don’t you want to go to your family in Milwaukee?” Joe asked, to fill the silence in the car. “Missouri,” Melanie corrected. “Well, for one thing, I can’t really get there very easily since they’ve stopped all the planes. Unless I want to do something stupid like hitchhike.”
By Caitlin McColl4 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Death (part 8)
The night had dragged out so slowly for Drina, her hands amply dealing out her tarot cards into a simple splay. It was another typical reading, making it harder for her to act neutral. Glancing towards the tent entrance, she hoped that someone would come to release her from her prison in hopes that she could head to the main event soon. Although she was anxious to perform in front of hundreds of people, she also felt insecure and timid. Never in her past had she done anything to the likes of what she was about to do tonight in front of another living being. Any time she had played with her powers in the past was when she had been alone and hidden from eyes to pry. Most of it was spent in the wild forest near her little village. Deep within the thicket, she had made a little hut where no one could find her. Stealing candles and incense, she would then commune with the spirits in hopes to appease them into leaving her be.
By Turan Turnip4 years ago in Fiction
The Hero's Revenge
This was it; this was the moment he had been waiting for his entire life. Sword barred and muscles poised to strike, he charged the enemy ahead. He cut down each and every foe, but one monster remained. A demon named Epehzial and he was more powerful than any monster Fidan had ever faced. Fidan laughed at Epehzial to taunt him, and Ephezial responded in kind.
By Matthew Mccahey4 years ago in Fiction
The Intern -- Chapter 4
Before you read chapter 4, chapters 1-3 are below. If you haven't been keeping up with the story, you won't want to miss out.
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Fiction
Ty'sHighs
The Gluttonous Sun Day 1: At exactly 3:14am universal time on Friday, July 29th 1996, all of earth's living creatures received a telepathic message in a language they understood. This message was from the sun of the solar system, and it was warning every sentient life form that in 5 days it would reap what it had been cultivating for these billions of years. It stated that while it usually still had billions of years left before this process, it could tell that life is in a decline in its solar system so it wants to cut its losses and take in all this life energy at its current peak. It expressed gratitude to those that decided to help it, and special recognition to those that succeeded. It told all life that for those that helped it, now was the time.
By Ty Klimo4 years ago in Fiction
Random Musings of a Dead Man — Part 4
I played a prank on Dave the other day by putting salt in his coffee. Obviously, with me being dead there was no chance he would have known it was me but you should have seen the look of confusion on his face when he drank it and then started looking around his flat. I have not laughed this hard in over 200 years and I swear I nearly laughed my heart back into action. That would not have been pretty for Dave, I can assure you of that.
By Daniel Millington4 years ago in Fiction
The Sonance of the Shadow
“The first leg of their journey,” begins Sophie the Storyteller, “takes them across the range of mountains called The Variety and over the Ocean of the Forgotten. The two of them are on a tight schedule and must arrive at their destination before the moon and the sun come together else the endless round loses its rhythm. The consequences for humanity could be cataclysmic.
By Insinq Datum4 years ago in Fiction
The Cronoticals
I only got drunk once. I was at a bar with my crowd from high school who I hadn’t seen in forever. I guess I wasn’t paying attention to how many refills I got of vodka lemonade. I don’t remember much of it, which is part of my problem. When I talked to my friends afterward, they said they had watched me leave to walk home to my apartment. No one went with me. No one checked to see if I was drunk. The next thing I knew, I woke up on a train headed for Trenton and looked down to see my forearms were newly tattooed. I screamed and promptly threw up.
By Kat Mavro4 years ago in Fiction
Dream Sequence
The members of the dream study group began mulling about the dream presentation room. They were anxious and annoyed. Ernesto asked “When are we going to meet you Mr. or Miss. speaker? Cheyenne reached over and hooked her arm in his. He looked at her and raised one disheveled brow. She addressed the voice and asked, “Uh, yes. I want to know who you are. You know all about us. Our innermost thoughts by way of our dreams of course”. “I don’t care who you are! Now that everything's over” David chimed in, “When are we going to get paid? He walked over to Princess and when he reached for her, she scrambled to the other side of the room. Princess and Jason began whispering conspiratorially. Then they said, “Yeah, what’s up with the money?” Aiden started packing up his belongings shoveling them into his backpack. He slung it over his shoulder and said, “Email me when everything's processed.” Alexia asked if anyone wanted to exchange numbers. Marigold walked over to her and asked for her info. Alexia whispered, “Why is Cheyenne grabbing Ernesto like that. I thought you too were friends.” “Marigold shook her head, “We are friends. He won’t let anyone in …closer. Don’t you remember his dream?” “Just a minute, dreamers,” the voice from the dream study group spoke. Please remain still dreamers. To answer your question Ernesto have you ever seen Charlie's Angels? Perhaps that's before your time But I believe you were around when the two rebooted movies were made. We never got to meet Charlie, did we? But he was able to get the angels to accomplish the goals he had prepared for them. Hello, just call me Charlie.” Princess shouted, “I’m no angel, but I followed all your orders. And now it’s time for you to listen to us.” “Calm down, Miss Lovejoy. All of you, check your bank accounts. if you left a good bank account on file you should have already received your payment. However…” “Oh, I just got paid,” Cheyenne shouted. Everyone started checking their phones and woo hoo, oh yeah, yes, hallelujah, ay dios mio and various sounds of joy erupted throughout the room. The voice cleared its throat and continued “However, if you're interested in participating in a reality show entitled Dream On: The Live Show. I've left the contracts spelling out our proposal on the front table. The difference is that you will be seen all over America. The audience will vote on the best dreams. And at the end of the program, a dreamer will be sent home. The winner at the end will receive 100,000 dollars. Secondly, you have to complete your contracts before you leave today, and all participants have to report back two weeks from today. We will be conducting a Dream Sequence 2 dream study with eight new participants in the interim. We hope to have ten contestants in total. “I’m definitely signing the contract. Not quite sure if I can afford to travel back and forth though. I have to go back home to see my significant other.” Jason said with excitement. Cheyenne added, “I’m game too! There’s no one home for me but money is definitely an issue.” The voice from the speaker explained to them that all their travel accommodations and hotel reservations except for food toiletries, and clothing would be paid for in advance. “It’s in the contract. Everything is spelled out for you in the contract.” The voice said. Jason and Cheyenne dashed for the table with David following their lead. He looked over his shoulder and smiled when he noticed that Princess had rushed over too. “Good Luck, Beautiful Dreamers. I wish you well whichever decision you make. I hope I'll see you again then. Good day everyone and happy dreams.”
By Saja Bo Storm4 years ago in Fiction