Series
The Great Beyond
My name is Helga Jansen, today is the day I died. I watched nervously as my husband confronted German soldiers led by Captain Heinrich in our yard. They no doubt interrupted what would have been another one of my husband’s missions for a perfect marigold flower to give me through our ward Evi. But today was different, my husband Kyland yelled my name and attempted to run to the house when he was shot in my front yard by Nazi. Panic, horror, grief gripped my heart as I watched him fall to the ground. It was as if a part of me died in that kitchen. Yet all I can think about is the little girl hiding in my barn named Evi Meijer. After my husband fell to the ground all I could hear was screaming, so loud and sorrowful it felt as though it was coming from somewhere outside my own body, but it was me. I could see Captain Heinrich’s men approach the front door, so I fled out the back door, I must warn Evi.
By Matthew Stanley 4 years ago in Fiction
Our House goes Dark
“Teresa Kristine, come out, come out, wherever you are.” Who am I? Where am I? Confused, I study the bright green dense woods. The last thing I remember is searching for someone. Instinctively, I know it’s not the same one who is chasing me. I have to run and hide.
By Heather Stanton4 years ago in Fiction
Death Dreams Dire Wolves
Chapter One: Prologue The first thing men learned to fear in the night where the howling of wolves. It was the sound that the night made as men women and children fought against the cold and the uncertainty of sunrise in the days where only the hope of survival and a stone spear where the only things that kept the wolves away. Every so often the wolves would grow hungry, and neither the howling of the night or the chase of the wild could keep them from finding the curious needs in the questions kept in mans fire. Men and wolves where at war in these days, fighting for blood and survival against the forces growing in the dark, and the evils that sought to break them in their survival. Dark deeds where committed against both as gods and devils pointed them against each other and make dark deeds of their sins as they claimed more lost souls in the dark.
By Epitome Publishing4 years ago in Fiction
The Long Flight
Jason Hoot flies gracelessly through the sky, bruises adorn every non-covered part of his body, his clothes are raggedy. Dried blood has them sticking uncomfortably to his body. His large hawk-like wings jutting out of his back are ruffled and bent oddly as well. Through sheer force of will, Jason has been staying airborne to get away from his pursuers.
By Tyler C Douglas4 years ago in Fiction
The Ice Queen, Murder of a Manhattan Diva [Pt.1]
Legs-Legs, Legs for days is how I wanted to start this tale of woe and tragedy, as that is how I can best describe its heroine Dionte’ Sapphire. On the mean back streets of Manhattan in New York City, where the kind trade is done that doesn’t lead to some asshole stockbroker making another $3,000,000.00 commission but one where a young transgender woman, uses her newly acknowledged skill to please a ‘trick’. This is where this tale of boldness & barbarism, of love and desire managed to weave themselves a most unusual yet regular quilt of choices.
By Andrew Little4 years ago in Fiction
Keep Going
I had this dream once. It started out so odd, well, it became odd early on. But it began as a familiar reoccurring nightmare. Running through a dark forest, branches catching at my clothes, vines with thorns scratching at my face and all other exposed flesh. Trying to follow an obscure path that may not exist in a few places.
By Stranna Pearsa4 years ago in Fiction
The Intern-Chapter 3
Light rains beat against the limbs and leaves as Courtney's heart pounded in her ears. She had not run this way since training at the academy with Agent Morris. The daily runs were a pivotal part of the training regimen he put her through, getting her ready for the field someday if she decided to join the bureau. Since those days, Courtney went for a run nearly every day, keeping herself in the shape she got into during her time studying under his tutelage. Normally, it was a cathartic experience. She could take off in any direction, let herself go for the moment, and escape from the noise and chaos that was her world.
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Fiction
The Lone Wolf Discovers A Friend
Karissa rounded the corner, on the prowl for a quiet space to salvage the nightmare that was elementary school recess. Kids weren’t inherently bad… It’s just… the others were so, so… loud. She wrinkled her nose. Granted, she was a kid, herself, but she didn’t fit in with them. A frown marred her face as Karissa considered the “popular” kids. She scoffed at the thought. They all proclaimed to be “swimming in friends,” but those kids weren’t truly “friends” with anyone. Sweet to your face, but the instant you were gone, they’d trash-talk you like no other. From the shadows she’d seen it happen to all the “supposed friends.” Karissa huffed in disgust. If that’s what “friendship” was, she wanted no part of it. It was a waste. It was distasteful. It was so fake. Ugh. She couldn’t believe she was the same age, let alone the same species, as them. Finding a secluded spot to peacefully read instead was infinitely better. The other kids’ antics and schemes gave her a headache.
By Jessica C.4 years ago in Fiction
