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Moonica and her Raging Bull
It was the gloomiest of day’s. The rain trickled down her window and Moona ( that was her nickname) could feel all the hairs on the back of her neck rise. “The hairs of despair” is what Moona would call them. When these hairs of despair would come around, it usually meant something awful or eery was about to happen.
By Monica Bernal 4 years ago in Fiction
A Bull For Strength
(This is the fifth installment of the My Alternate series. If you haven't already, read the first here.) Shark dropped the streamers and cursed. He climbed down the step stool and picked them up, returning to aggressively tape them on the doorknob with a triumphant grin.
By L. J. Knight 4 years ago in Fiction
La Corrida del Toro
Click here to go back to part one! El sol había salido y caído and the stars took its place, shining brightly in the sky. I looked at my reflection as I pressed the front of mis pantalones and I saw a young man staring back at me that I could barely recognize. Ahí se puso mi traje de charro, looking quite debonair and bold.
By Carissa Brown4 years ago in Fiction
Raging Bull
Emma sat in a tree at the edge of the pasture and watched the only other living creature she’d seen other than herself and Boy, the dog that followed her across the state. Now, both she and the dog watched the bull in the field and wondered what they should do. Well, Emma wondered. Boy knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to give chase and nip at hooves, but that wasn’t a good idea. The chances of stumbling across a vet were less than zero.
By Mayra Martinez4 years ago in Fiction
Sole Survivor: Chapter 2
> Previous < > Next < ****** Dr. Z'las opened a door that led into a wide-open library with hundreds of bookcases and plants all around. An artificial sun floated above a massive transparent dome ceiling beneath the spaceship's center glass arched roof. Space opened up wide over their heads as Lithia followed him into the room, jaw dropped in awe as she held her breath.
By Mel E. Furnish4 years ago in Fiction
Fish Out of Water
Every colony had their own set of standards. Their own way of going about things. It was a wonder how they could all get along at all. But that wasn't the point. Growing up in one didn't make you any different then anyone else. It was just the starting point. The main Family would take extra care in making sure that there was a perfect amount of newborns each year. In the adolescent years, they would groom them and control their modes of thinking by instilling in them the ideas of their sign. How to act and react. How one was supposed to be like. And how one was not supposed to be like. What they could find attractive. What they couldn't. It was all a mess of indoctrinated and, for the most part, religious methods of raising children.
By Sonny Estrada4 years ago in Fiction
Improper Mage - Ch 5
Lady Monroe and her daughters were ecstatic during the carriage ride home. Pride filled her that each daughter found potential matches. Liana feigned happiness for her mother’s sake and to not drag anyone else down with her. All she could think about though was her secret and unexpected meeting with the king.
By Taylor Westwood4 years ago in Fiction
Water & Ice
I made it to the end of the driveway, and turned my head to peer up and down the road. Nothing looked familiar, and I had no idea where I was going. My hands were resting on the steering wheel of an old farm truck; my foot pressing down on the brake. I turned my vision to the passenger seat to see his head still resting in my lap; I reached out a hand to run through his hair, and before I could ask him which way to drive, his lips were parting and I heard a faint sound reach my ears.
By Maeple Fourest4 years ago in Fiction
