Series
It Was The Perfect Day For a Funeral
(This is the fourth installment of the My Alternates series. If you haven't already, read the first here.) Phoebe held the bouquet of marigolds tight between her fingers. She pinched at the stiff fabric of her slacks and shifted the hem of her blouse. Her shoulders ached from the tension in her neck. Her eyes didn’t lift from the trampled grass at her feet.
By L. J. Knight 4 years ago in Fiction
The Break: Fisher
Fisher was exhausted… For days on end, he had been on the run, the Highwayman hot on his heels. Despite feeling that his quest was nearing its end, he couldn’t help but feel that he would never find his prize. The brooch was the key to his salvation, but he had no idea why. He only knew that he needed it. Yet, it was always was just out of his reach. He had been all over creation, it seemed, and each clue that sent him to his next destination only led to another clue. Months ago, his journey had started on the very street he now found himself trudging down, the rain falling heavy. How could the brooch be here? Something had drawn him back, though, something so strong that he could not ignore it.
By Anthony Stauffer4 years ago in Fiction
The Break: Broken
This was the night Diane had been dreading… One moment, she was standing in line at the Black Onyx arguing with her date, and in the next moment Bruce was there beating the shit out of him. Diane really didn’t care about Drew, he was an arrogant putz who deserved a good beating, but to see Bruce show up out of nowhere and guarantee Drew a lengthy hospital stay was beyond the pale.
By Anthony Stauffer4 years ago in Fiction
My Golden Summer Begins
I woke up feeling like a different person. I forgot how good it felt to actually bathe myself and sleep in a real bed. But it wasn’t only that. Bria was right, today is the day I can start a new adventure in life. I don’t know where I may be going, or what I may end up doing but I’m excited.
By K.J.George4 years ago in Fiction
The Ultimate Warrior: The Beginning
Prologue My name is Desmond Cordell Montgomery. I was born on December 28, 1997. When I turned two years old, I gained amazing powers and skills. I had powers that you could only dream of having, and incredible skills, some that would take many, many years to master. I saved the world from monsters, creatures, and bosses and protected people from any problem even death. Yes, death! I stopped people from dying from anything besides natural cases, and only if they haven’t been dead for no more than twenty-four hours. I stayed awake 24/7 most of the time making sure the world and people were safe from danger, and I also went to school to make friends and have somewhat of a normal life. Now some of you are probably wondering how I could do that. Well, I have the power to clone myself and my clone sleeps for me or takes my place at school whenever there was trouble, so when I absorb my clone I gain the energy he got while resting and the memories my clone collected at school. The leaders of the monsters I fought during my first adventure was Charger, a tall, muscular, power-crazy middle-aged man (kind of looked like Electro from Spider-Man) who had the power of electricity like me did and could also absorb light to get stronger, and Swamp Monster, a green, swampy, kind of solid gelatin-like squid monster who had the power of the swamp, regeneration, and the power to absorb the energy for whatever he ate. This is my story.
By Desmond Montgomery4 years ago in Fiction
