Series

Finding Connections
It sat there on the kitchen counter. A simple brown paper-wrapped package, nothing threatening per se. But it’s ominous presence had weighed heavily on her since it had been delivered by the drone at 0900.
By LeeAnna Tatum4 years ago in Fiction
Menos Vida
“Menos vida de la que deberia tener una bebe,” she heard the nurse say as she set the baby down on the table. Through the fog of childbirth, she couldn’t think. She was confused. Why wasn’t the baby crying? Where is the crying?
By Jim Hosley4 years ago in Fiction
A Single Call
(2nd Part of Scavenger Hunt mini-series) The police had taken the finger. I had no choice but to get them involved. What if the finger didn't belong to Owen? Was someone else playing games with me?
By A.R. Zeller4 years ago in Fiction
The Black Lake of Dour
The Black Lake of Dour Heidi lay staring at the ceiling, still sweating. The nightmare she had woken up from still shook her. She kept her eyes closed, still scared she might open them and see the focusless gaze of the two teenage boys she had the misfortune of finding the previous week at Grannys.
By Gabriel Smith4 years ago in Fiction
The Raging Beast
I could feel the pain in her chest clearer than ever, and I knew that this pain ran deep. Still holding the picture frame in my hands, I looked down at the girl smiling back at me. Her hair was curly and bright, almost white, with a yellow Marigold flower stitched onto her overalls. She was a girl on a farm, with love spread across her face; but I watched her change as I felt the story they had told me warm my heart.
By Maeple Fourest4 years ago in Fiction
Remembrance of a Dream
Vivian sighed mournfully. Her entire life she’d lain bedridden and just when she finally made a friend, Vivienne had left, returned to her own world. Illior, as well as the servants, had done their best to try to cheer her up but she missed her friend dearly.
By Antonia Mele4 years ago in Fiction
Bootleggers' Legacy, Chapter One
Elisha and George huddled together over the newspaper from Shreveport. It was several weeks old and smudged from dozens of fingers running across the pages, but the words of the headline were still unmistakable: PROHIBITION TO START IN JANUARY. George shook his head and took a swig from his flask. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he said, “Well, I reckon we got us three more months to stock up. That dadgum Congress and this fool Volstead, whoever he is. Parson says it ain’t gon’ be agin’ the law to have liquor, but ain’t nobody gon’ be able to sell it, legal-wise, nohow.”
By Dawn Harper4 years ago in Fiction
A Stick of Gum and a TV Remote
Debra dropped to her knees pushing vines and branches aside to crawl under the rock overhang. With a branch, she gently scrubbed the fallen leaves, removing her footprints; pulling the foliage into place, she prayed she was hidden. She would rather die than be found, although being found might easily lead to her death.
By CJ Flannery4 years ago in Fiction
Brown Paper Box
Brown Paper Box Part 3 He was a good boy. He knew he was. He had been told all the time, which made this silence so much more painful. What had he done to deserve this? Sitting at the curb, he closed his eyes and remembered the times he was scratched behind the ears and told, “Hey, Buddy, you’re a good boy, you know that?” He had. He had known. Now the fur behind his ears was matted and dirty, with biting burrs digging into his tender skin.
By Mayra Martinez4 years ago in Fiction
Welcome Home to Hell
Eyes downcast, clutching tight to the orange backpack in her arms, Thea stepped off the bus. She knew she shouldn’t be here, knew she was going against everything they had warned her about, but her memories told a different story than theirs and she wanted to know the truth. She wanted to see for herself.
By L. J. Knight 4 years ago in Fiction
Just a Package
The latest part of the dig site was just one of many exciting encounters today. The first level that worked on the opening found a few bodies that still had clothing on them. He fact it was preserved so well was much to debate about before even unearthing the rest of the remains.
By Julian Gaines4 years ago in Fiction
Not Quite Time, Not Quite Space
Auden Tholos, the son of Audra Tholos, stared up from the floor of Rosette Gok’s kitchen. Auden’s eyes, bloodshot with tears, were initially wide with intrigue, but quickly scorched over into a churning mix of anger and something else equally passionate. Green droplets clung to the ringlets on his head and the outer layer of clothing proving to Emma Mota where he was before arriving here. Auden Tholos was not one for greetings and guess work. With accuracy he deduced the reason for his sudden appearance before an unknown woman and her. Auden shaped his gaze with that of Emma Mota. Pain, the same kind striding with Auden, existed in Emma and together their pain greeted as quiet signs, flushed cheeks, and a lowered guard soon to be hoisted higher than it ever was before.
By M. J. Luke4 years ago in Fiction