Series
Nights of Dragons and Genies
The territory of Raithwall was the most southern peninsula of the continent, past the Raithwall Mountain Range. The mountains were too high for most aviary species to safely fly over, cursed with a near-endless blizzard for most of the year… save for the three months past the New Cachou Moon, when the blizzard let up just enough for most safe flights through the mountain range. Otherwise, you’d have to travel by foot through the monster-infested Bloodfang Canyon just to get to and from Raithwall… provided that either the Waning Scalieon Moon had not yet given way to the New Lampras Moon, which would cause the pass to fill with a hazardous snow-fall.
By Grant Alexander Brown4 years ago in Fiction
The Beginning of the End
When you think you're happy, everything looks better than it really is. Situations seem to always work out even though you thought it was the worst thing ever. Gavin and I have been married for three wonderful years. He has been away on an antiquities business trip for two months while I have been home planning our anniversary reunion.
By Kathy Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
Hell's Ten
This is part 2 in a series. If you haven't read part 1, you can find it here: Hell's Ten, Kace. Ethel had been waiting, pacing up and down as the hands of the clock moved steadily onward. Oscar always told her she didn’t have to wait up for him, but she always did, knowing the dangers that lurked in the streets of the city at night. If she had a choice, she wouldn’t have chosen to live in this part for a thousand dollars, but that was just the problem, she didn’t have a thousand dollars to spend on anywhere else. Her father had gambled it all away.
By charlotte meilaender4 years ago in Fiction
Ripar's Return to Earth (part 8)
A little over a week after their adventures to Antarctica and Death Valley the gang were looking at their crops and trees. Everything was full-grown and ready to harvest. Looking at the rows of Wheat, the humans were shocked at how quickly everything grew.
By Robert Kegel4 years ago in Fiction
Nightmares and Dreams
Jed was crying out in his sleep. Softly sobbed protests were interspersed with scattered syllables that didn’t quite form words. He turned over, then rolled back to his original position as though he could shake off whatever it was that chased him through his dreams.
By Danny Darke4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Grave
James crawled out from underneath his 1964 Pontiac GTO, wiping the grease of his hands with an old rag. He gave her a loving caress on her sparkling red hood. He had been fixing the car up since he bought it from a junkyard three years ago, and she had come a long way from the rusted and neglected thing that once was. He walked around to the driver’s side and opened the door, sliding into the impeccable black leather seat. He turned the key in the ignition and smiled as it purred to life. James sat there in his own personal satisfaction, listening to her run. He sighed and slumped down in his seat, reaching into his pocket and brandishing his hunting knife.
By L.A. Grant4 years ago in Fiction
In My Eyes: The Fall Of Troy
The war had finally come. I could feel the ground beneath my feet tremble with the pounding of thousands of Greek sandals and the drums of the ships that were bringing still more strangers to my shores in the name of war. They came for her - the Spartan queen turned Trojan princess, whom my cousin Paris had charmed away from her husband. The scorned king was determined to bring destruction to my country; to my people; to my family.
By Haddessah Anne Brice4 years ago in Fiction
