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The Adventures of Logan van Zant: CH III
Pigeons fly in haste as the Fiat slams to a halt on Patision Street. Logan’s knuckles are white from gripping the door handle. He looks at Aurora from the passenger seat; she looks back at him with a smile, “What’s the look for?”she asks.
By Jericho Osborne4 years ago in Fiction
The last Marigold of the summer
Violet hadn’t been back in Silver Lake since she had graduated from university. She had moved to Montreal for work and hadn’t looked back, until now. Violet took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air that smelled of pine. It brought back so many memories at once, but also a sadness that always seemed to surround the memories of her childhood. Violet had lost her mother when she was only 7 years old and her father had passed when she was starting high school. Her sister, Marigold, who was five years older, then became her guardian until Vi turned 18. Even through all the trials of her young life, she still kept some treasured memories of her childhood. She was also still very close to her sister, talking to her on the phone every day.
By Madeleine LQ4 years ago in Fiction
Theoracism
On the table, Todd Thomason laid out his plan. “Now, what you told me, Myson, is true. I know you wouldn’t lie. That form I signed off on was all about teachers fighting a Board wishing to control you kids and force you to accept as truth some theory that goes against education.”
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
Bootleggers' Legacy
Elisha took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his brow with a grubby handkerchief. The sun was high overhead, and the early October heat was as stifling as it had been in August. It had been a productive morning. Pieces of the old fort now lay neatly stacked at the edge of the little clearing, and atop the small rise where it had once stood was a clean, bare spot. Elisha dropped the head of his sledgehammer to the ground and leaned on its handle, surveying the results of his work with a look of satisfaction. He and George had spent a lot of time here, as boys. Many a deer, squirrel, and rabbit had landed in stew pots as a result of their time in these woods.
By Dawn Harper4 years ago in Fiction
Orakne's Discovery - Part I
The sky was totally clear. No evidence of clouds, for they did not exist anymore. The air was boiling. It was 85 degrees Celsius. The ground was barren. Nothing was in it but rocks and soil. It was a place renounced by living creatures. Nothing was animated. It was a remote point. There was total silence that was deafening. The sun could burn humans who had lived five millennia ago. The place was planet Earth. Destructed… ruined… and lifeless.
By M.G. Maderazo4 years ago in Fiction
Random Musings of a Dead Man — Part 2
“Dave…. DAVE!…… DAAAAAVVVEEEEE!!!!” I love shouting his name. Although I do not even know if he is called Dave, like me, he is dead so he cannot even hear me. Why, I hear you ask, well, that is a difficult, “life” shattering theory to explain so maybe one day I will be bothered to elaborate on it and let you know. I will say this though, they used to be able to hear me.
By Daniel Millington4 years ago in Fiction
Something Darker; Chapter 2
Closing the door, I whisper a charm over it sealing it with magic. Satisfied I walk farther into the room. I drop the saddlebag at the base of the bed and walk to the window. Throwing it open, I look around. "Zanthus?" Whisper into the darkness. When he doesn't respond, I reach out with my mind. Darting into my mind's reach, he lands on the sill. I look at him.
By Katarzyna Crevan4 years ago in Fiction
