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So I was Probably A French Fugitive Pt. 2
It’s 4 a.m. and the sun hasn’t even risen yet. I haven’t slept since I formulated “my escape from Paris” plan. Full disclosure, I also haven’t slept because I went to hang out with my Turkish friends one last time at the kebab spot and we ended up in the nightclub until about 20 minutes before this.
By Kevin Martin4 years ago in Fiction
Heir of Manicot
Jistan rode in the center of a large group of armed men and women, along with the Highness who was disguised in a drab brown cloak. His horse was tame and well-trained, but he had only been riding several times in his life, and never for this long or this fast. His thighs and back ached and he was certain his backside was bruised from the constant bouncing gait of his mount. Still, he had never felt so excited in his life.
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
Prompt 1
Three days in this strange college. Time for my first class, all it says is to meet professor Rowena, in the quad. I of course am there, thirty minutes early. Mostly because I was afraid of getting lost and being thirty minutes late. A woman walks up to me, tall and slim with a deep purple skin carrying an umbrella for the sunlight. "You must be the Headmaster's newest pet project, I am Rowena." She gracefully extends her hand, I do hesitate at first but reciprocate. "You are Adam aren't you?"
By Emrys Everette 4 years ago in Fiction
The Long Thaw
“DanniDanniGeddupGeddupGeddup!” Without thinking, Danni cracked open a bleary eye to the bright, hopeful little faces of her charges. That was her first mistake. The little horrors took it as a sign of proof of life, more than enough to warrant an escalation of joyful hollering, vigorous bed bouncing, sheet pulling, and a stellar test of the resilience of Danni’s belief that, if she ignored them for long enough, they would cease and desist. She lost. Again.
By Max Callow4 years ago in Fiction
Cordelia And The Magical Mysterious Links Episode 3
Please enjoy part 1 and part 2 if you haven't. Sunday came and went beneath a thick blanketing of dark clouds, telling me and others that today was going to be rainy from start to finish. Sitting alongside the river, looking out over the Mississippi from my second-floor brownstone window, I watched the storm roll across the area. It soaked the lands, raised the level of the river, and left behind floodwaters that covered the streets around my building. The intersection, completely submerged, had a small red Kia Soul stalled out, its' driver standing in knee-high waters as she struggled to stay on her feet in the fast-moving waters. She was having the kind of week I was, unbelievable.
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Fiction
Bird On A Wire
Downstairs the party had been uneventful, but upstairs didn't want for anything, My partner radioed that Hannah was missing. No, not Hannah. Isabelle. They were the twin daughters of the homeowner throwing the party. It was an easy enough mistake to make, confusing the two. Hell, I'd done it myself. It was an easy mistake, but a critical one. I'll have a nice little chat with him later.
By Sean Rohrer4 years ago in Fiction
