Series
On Frozen Pond
Corbin had been watching the clouds for the last forty-five minutes as they gradually darkened over the mountain peaks. He knew a system was moving in & that storms were expected by evening, but he had hoped to reach the cabin before they hit. He was close—only seventeen miles to go—but the road from here would be narrow & winding, with frequent steep drops off the shoulder, & the freezing drizzle had begun.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Fiction
Box Full of Love and Adventure
It’s crazy how you could wake up one day and your whole world could change. How a couple of years of your life could erase, and blur out any memories you’ve ever had. How the people closest to your heart could just disappear in a blink of an eye.
By K.J.George4 years ago in Fiction
City of Angels
The rich earthy aroma of the smoke from the lit cigar neatly perched on the edge of the crystal ashtray filled the room. His voice echoed off of the dimly lit walls, its timbre emphasizing the gravitas of his persona and the authority of his reputation. He was undoubtedly one of the most acknowledged private detectives north of the rust belt. And yet, his personality was straight out of the 1950’s, as though he didn’t miss a beat in the subsequent decades. Nevertheless, his work spoke for itself, which is why there was usually a line of people out the door waiting to hire him for his expertise in missing persons cases. Today, however, was a different story, as the office was eerily empty, and the only sound that broke the silence was his somber voice as he answered a call from a potential client.
By Mir Shajee4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter two
The madness was unreal. My head underwater I wasn't even fighting to get back to the surface. I witnessed a star in the eye of infinity. I was consumed by the ultimate power. The demons summoned procured the gates of hell. A symbol of devouring destruction. I was damned. I was forsaken.
By Samuel Bitner4 years ago in Fiction
Selection (ch.1)
Joey Wylie bounded down the street, the wind rushing through his auburn hair and piercing into his young green eyes. Excitement was coursing through his long, lanky limbs like electricity. For today was the day! It was his first day of being 13, which meant that THE Mr Bruce Bleu was going to teach him how to mow the lawn.
By Naomi Spooner4 years ago in Fiction
Heirs to Olympus: Light of Day
On a hot July day, I was walking down the street with my best friend, Maria. We were on our way home from the gym. We had been working out every day that summer, training our bodies and minds to become as strong as possible. We were training so intensely because we had a goal very few have, to become superheroes.
By Terrance L Williams Jr4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Logan van Zant
He places the brown package on the office desk. The parcel is a cigar box wrapped in weathered paper and frayed twine. Export stamps from Europe and the Americas are peppered across it. “What did Cornelius send this time?” he thought. The package is addressed to: Professor Logan van Zant, Brown University, History Dept.,Providence, Rhode Island, United States; From: Uncle Cornelius, Parts Unknown. “Parts unknown? Always the eccentric, Uncle,” Logan laughs. He often receives oddities from his uncle’s adventures from across the world.
By Jericho Osborne4 years ago in Fiction
