Series
Dead Ringers; Chapter 3
I don't know what I'd thought I'd feel, but it certainly wasn't this. I want to turn away, but I can't. I'm mesmerized by the Jane Doe's eyes. Something about looking at the empty blue eyes, in a face that looks just like mine, has frozen me in place.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Fiction
Dead Ringers; Chapter 5
I'm jarred awake by the screaming of my alarm. Finding the button, I hold it until the alarm shuts up. I sit up and stretch, allowing a giant yawn to escape. The fog that had followed me last night seems to have passed. Mushu joins me in bed, rubbing against my back and purring.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Fiction
Hello Ghost
Moving It's 9 am in the morning and if it is not for the need of saving money, Ella won't rent this apartment. It is an old style building that has a cheap price rental , but she still rents it so she won't have to spend a lot of money. When she opens the door to her new apartment, she sighs , she takes a deep breath because she just realizes that she has a lot of things to do even if she doesn't have tons of stuffs to bring in.
By Meri Diani5 years ago in Fiction
Undead Evolution: The Reaper's Bell
It's strange, isn't it — the way perception works? One day you see something as evil and another thing as good, and the next... How easily belief can change. It's not all bad, though. I mean, I once believed the dead stayed dead, buried until they were dug up or eroded away. But this is the next day. The day where life is redefined along with death.
By ADAM OSBURN5 years ago in Fiction
Empire, NV
Brad sat in the kitchen of an abandoned house, carefully balancing on a rickety wooden chair, twisting the tip of his mustache. He was reading a tattered Montgomery Wards Catalogue, feeling ten years old again, safe and uncomplicated. There was something oddly familiar about this place.
By Jan Portugal5 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Blue Barn
I hated feeding the horses and doing the hay. By the end of the day, I was hot, sweaty and over all worn out. It was my grandfather, Charles, farm. I can’t imagine that he used to do this all by himself but we would help him whenever we were visiting for a weekend or summer.
By H.C Harper5 years ago in Fiction
Dynasty: A Batman Tale - Part 6
NOW Pruitt Tower had once been the tallest buildings in Gotham, though over time the city’s skyline continued to rise leaving the conical roofed building in the shadow of Gotham’s newer sky-scrappers. The building’s tenants were made up of five small commercial businesses housed on the first two floors. Four major law firms occupied three levels each and while floors 19 through 23 were vacant, ELCARO Securities filled the top three, but the only way to reach the twenty-fourth floor was by private elevator in which none of the people working in the building had ever seen used.
By Jarad Mann5 years ago in Fiction
Just Get There
In case you missed part 1, The Start, here it is. The sky had regained the haze that had lifted a few days ago. Jessa had traveled for four days now and found the journey thus far a little boring. She still hadn't seen another person, and the only animal she saw was a fox. She got a clear view of it as it ran away and remembered it from the books her dad had used to teach her. Each morning when she got up, he was the first thing that came to her mind. She felt colossal remorse and guilt for leaving him there, but she had no choice. Even though he was dead, the thought of him lying there, out in the woods, alone, brought her to tears. She thought of him and their homestead. She thought of the place she was going and if it would be everything her father had said it would be. He spent a year teaching her and prepping her to make this journey with him, and making this journey alone would test Jessa's will, strength, and bravery. She was confident she could do it.
By J. Delaney-Howe5 years ago in Fiction
Bury My Heart
Twenty years ago, descriptions of the end of the world conjured imagery of crumbling buildings and streets littered with rubble. Among heaps of dust, one might occasionally find a sun-bleached human skull or long bone. The remaining global population, only a tiny fraction of what it once was, would primarily reside underground, only braving the surface to scavenge supplies. All of this was far from the truth, except for the loss of most of the world's population.
By Darrell Winfrey5 years ago in Fiction
