Series

Aunt Chancy and the Brass Bull
It started out like any other day. Gabrielle Chancy sat in the kitchen at her little table making a list of things to do today while the kettle boiled on the wood fired stove that also warmed the room and the hot water. Her dressing gown was a pale blue chenille, the colour of summer skies and her eyes seemed even bluer in the morning light. Her little dog Dixie lay at her feet, content and waiting patiently for breakfast.
By jacki fleet4 years ago in Fiction
A Family of Strays
There was a loud and repetitive knocking sound in the middle of the night. I wake up and walk to the barn door to peek through the crack. A strange man is pacing back and forth. I can’t see him clearly from a distance, but a quick look in my direction made me nervous as it seemed like he saw me. In his hand, a peculiar package wrapped in brown paper. The strange man then took a few steps toward the barn, but the lights came on in the house. The door opens, and Coop steps outside with a rifle to confront him. The stranger is obviously someone Coop knows, but is he friend or foe?
By Michael4 years ago in Fiction
Benighted: (2) The Case of Elmo Moretti
Zelmyr glanced over the young man who opened the door. “Mr. Moretti?” “You can call me Guido,” the man said with a small smile. He extended his hand toward the visitor.
By Reiley4 years ago in Fiction
Secrets Revealed
Joshua and I walked back for the last suitcase in silence for a long time. We were both soaking wet from the rain and the blowing wind made things worse. I couldn’t tell if he seemed a little angry or just deep in thought. In either case, I felt it best to give him space. I continuously twirled the marigold flower in my fingers, trying to keep myself distracted from the anxiety inducing silence. I knew what conversation was coming eventually. Just thinking about it made my stomach feel heavy. How can I tell Joshua the truth? But he’ll demand to know, and after saving me from Mr. Brooks’s men on the train, he deserves to know.
By Gabriella Dawson4 years ago in Fiction
Fever Dreams of a Dying City
Maurice jolted upright in bed, gasping for air as he sought to wrench his mind free from the fever dream in which it was lost. He blinked repeatedly, trying to focus on the room around him to pull himself back into reality. His eyes scanned the cabin and adjusted to the dark as he slowly came to grips with his surroundings. It was his third week in the mountainside cottage, and every night the dreams had grown steadily worse.
By Rion Duncan4 years ago in Fiction
At The Edge of the Forest: Part 2
The story takes place around the time of 1,200 A.D. Foreign invaders from the Northern Scandinavian countries, also known as the Danes or Vikings, raided and pillaged the land in every direction. These seafarers left their Scandinavian homelands to raid, trade and colonize. During the Viking Age. The word “Dane” became synonymous with Vikings that raided and invaded England. During this time, thousands of innocent people’s lives were destroyed. Suddenly, they found themselves ripped away from their homes, or killed, and hurled into a life of slavery and hardship. It was more merciful to be killed rather than taken as a slave. Life in the Dark Lands was barren, cold and dangerous to all who lived there.
By Caroline-StoryGirlCA4 years ago in Fiction
Bootleggers' Legacy
Elisha scowled at the jug of clear liquid George pulled from under the drip-spout. Gingerly, he raised it to his nose and sniffed. George guffawed loudly and slapped his thigh as shock, revulsion, and amazement vied for dominance of Elisha’s face. “Aw, ‘Lisha, them’s jes th’ singlin’s! Gotta run it back through again ‘fore it’s done!”
By Dawn Harper4 years ago in Fiction
Our House goes Dark
My life is happy. I work at the local bar and live alone. He swaggers into my work, overconfident, and handsome. The first few times I ignore him. On the fifth visit, he brings flowers, a new trophy, and a buckle. After cleaning up at the local rodeo.
By Heather Stanton4 years ago in Fiction
Remember Who You Are
The people of Felnor were astounded. Princess Vivian had returned. Her story of sacrifice, as all stories of the Twelve Dragon Princesses, had inspired kindness and bravery in many a young girl. It wasn’t long before news of the princess’ return reached the very outskirts of the kingdom, where Illior now lived. After the royal family’s passing without seeing their daughter again, he was wrought with grief and guilt. Upon hearing of her return, he made the long journey to the castle.
By Antonia Mele4 years ago in Fiction
Running Bulls: Part 5 of The Journey
Read Part One: The Safehouse Read Part Two: Temptation Read Part Three: Suspicion Read Part Four: Glitter "Straightforward" was certainly one word for our situation.
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Fiction
Not Quite Time, Not Quite Space
Codd’s landscape unfurled in shades of grey and hills of ash and lost valleys. Once a place of floral sweetness and golden sap musk, Codd reeked of stagnant lakes and rivers run dry. Crossing Codd became a war with dust for Emma and Auden as every step they took kicked up clouds refusing to settle and as Emma looked over her shoulder at the shuttle, she could make out their long path by dust alone. To Codd’s credit, there was still enough of her left to show progress in Emma and Auden’s travel as mounds that were once cities, and valleys that were once mountains became indicators of passing kilometers.
By M. J. Luke4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Logan van Zant: CH IV
Poseidon’s Mistress ebbs as the water of the Mediterranean laps against its hull. Logan looks out across the water; in the distance is their destination – Crete. Henry approaches and leans against the bow. “Told ya ten hours or less, didn’t I?” Henry laughs.
By Jericho Osborne4 years ago in Fiction