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The Intern
Beneath endless blue skies littered with snow-white clouds, a sleepy little town with less than ten thousand people, known for being at the foothills of the Colorado gold rush, remained as quaint and unsullied as the vast countryside surrounding the town. Lancaster Colorado, listed as one of the most boring cities in the entire country, had its' charms and attracted hikers, sightseers, and travelers in search of a quiet mountainside getaway. There were nice restaurants by Colorado standards. A movie theater that occasionally got the newest summer movies--usually weeks after their actual release dates, and the town diner, three bars, and a dance hall served the social lives of the residents. The most excitement the town saw in a typical year would be the high school games on Friday night during football season. All in all, it was a boring town that did little to attract, or for that matter keep, the attention of the younger generation. It was a retirement town by every sense of the word.
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Fiction
Observe
All of a sudden I'm taken aback, the young woman is no longer the barista I had just spoken to less than a minute ago. The young woman who's in front of me looks like she could be one of the barista's relatives; her mother or maybe sister. She has green eyes with hazel around the pupils, curly almost raven black hair shoulder length, with so many freckles covering her face, and full pouty lips. She's trying to tell me something, but there's no sound coming her. Then darkness engulfs her entirely.
By Lucy Torralba4 years ago in Fiction
The Shape of a World
I have been trying to outline a political fantasy story for some time now. While I have some good ideas, the need to constantly stop and make notes to ensure what I add is consistent with everything else I have already created has proved to be maddeningly frustrating. It seems that my original notion of ‘Knights! Castles! Battles!’ is not nearly enough.
By Claire Stephen-Walker4 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 30
Through the fog of growing sobriety, a thought keeps poking at me. Something Beth had said when she was telling her story about Tucker. Beth, or whatever her name was. Even though her story was bullshit, there may have been an underlying truth there. Was there another woman? Is that why Tucker had left? Was this trip meant to be some sort of sick good-bye gift from Tucker?
By Megan Clancy4 years ago in Fiction
What Happened to Evan Wheeler: A tough choice
Part 4 "Do I call you Evan or Cameron now?" Madison asked as we carried an unconscious Jemarie to the basement. "That's not important right now. We can talk about it another time," I said quickly, and I dragged Jemarie's body down the last set of steps. I was careful to make sure that her head didn't hit anything. I didn't want her to wake up.
By Alexus Sylvester4 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Of The Matter
The Slender Man Part Three... The coven moved silently through the forest towards the ghostly green pulsating light surrounding the old barn. Aunt Millie kept her fear in check and hoped Millie had been taken to the barn too… that she'd find her with Sandra. The coven came to a stop when they realised there were no sounds in the forest, and a deep shiver over came them. Aunt Millie reached for Judith’s hand.
By Karen Eastland 4 years ago in Fiction
Station Z-00
When Earth and all its assets were auctioned off, the animals were the most sought-after items. Not the humans, of course, since they were considered utterly worthless, being the stupid race who had committed their own planet to oblivion. And not the dolphins, either, since they were the ones who sold off the Earth to the rest of the universe, as retribution for humanity’s crimes. Most of the world’s animals went to conservation efforts and nature preserves, especially the endangered species, the ones that the idiot humans had driven to the brink of extinction. Others went to breeding farms and slaughterhouses, as many alien species were curious about how Earth animals tasted when cooked, and were now able to satisfy their burning desires. Finally, some of the most precious animals were purchased by private collectors, who either kept them secluded in secret, or put them on display like art pieces for the public to see. All of them held a wonderful appeal, but none so much as the collector Ahm-Prex, and his-her collection. His-Her exhibit, held in the now-decommissioned Orbital Station Zeta-Zero Zero, or Z-00, promised the sights, smells and sounds of Earth’s halcyon days, before rampant pollution and human corruption had blackened the sky, poisoned the sea, and tainted the soil. It guaranteed the authentic zoo experience, complete with sweltering heat, overpriced gift shops, and the ever-present smell of animal excrement. Needless to say, it became a universal tourist hotspot nearly overnight.
By Chris Heller4 years ago in Fiction
What Don't Kill You...
The house was pitch black, or it felt like it was. Maybe it came from the fear permeating throughout the air. The little boy was huddled in the corner of his bedroom. Did he have time to hide in the closet? There actually was a dim light coming through his door. It was from his brother's room. He could hear the cries of his older sibling. All that he could do was hide and hope that would bore him for tonight. Mom could come find him and his brother. Clean them up. Tell them what he did was not okay.
By Aaron Moore4 years ago in Fiction
Bull Rides and BS
My ears were filled with laughter. I was blinded by pearly whites, and was warmed by immense love. I forgot what it all felt like. What it felt like to be loved. I forgot what it felt like to really truly be loved by anyone. I could finally say I was happy again and genuinely mean it. It felt like everything in my life was falling into place. Everything made sense again. And I couldn’t be more grateful.
By K.J.George4 years ago in Fiction
