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Fire Soul Part 2
Many years had passed since Taelryx had seen the sky shimmer like this. Through deepest night, stars twinkled with intensity - not their usual sort of casual fluctuation. Once there, then gone, then brighter than ever, before dimming to imperceptibility again. All across the sky it was like this, thousands of stars violently dancing.
By Jacob Montanez5 years ago in Fiction
Jet Black and the Escape from Culver City
Jet Black and the Escape from Culver City Starshipwriter. The asteroid didn’t have a name, only a number: a number four times as long as the locker code of the most security minded miner. The number wasn’t the product of some bureaucrat's finger strokes; it had a rationale, and was intended to specify a co-ordinate; but deep in space co-ordinates were just a bureaucratic fantasy, and to every single roughneck the number was superfluous: all they needed to know was that it was Culver City.
By Starshipwriter5 years ago in Fiction
Kylia and the House of the Veil
First Arc - The House of the Veil Chapter 1 - A Girl The first thing I noticed was different was the warmth on my skin. The second thing was the sound of birds chirping. As for the third, it was the sound that woke me from sleep. I heard the light knocking again and finally opened my eyes.
By Lydia Booker5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 24
When I was little, I loved New Year’s Eve. We would always go to my aunt’s house to celebrate. She lived in a cabin next to a lake in Minnesota and I loved going there. On New Year’s, it was always freezing, but the adults would sit outside on the deck and watch the massive fireworks show that the town put on. It was the one day of the year I was allowed to stay up so late and I loved it. I would take a big blanket from the living room, a quilt my grandmother had made that smelled of mothballs and the chili that my aunt had cooked for dinner that night, another tradition, and go sit on the end of the small dock at the bottom of the yard. I would wrap myself up in the blanket and watch the fireworks.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #35 Why were you Grounded by an Elder?
Instantly you can feel many dancers circling around you, one stands behind you, you can feel him pounding down from above your aura. He continues to pound over and over again, while other dancers are chanting prayers around you brushing you with their feathers. This seems to last for quite some time, as you continue to enjoy floating above yourself, until you start feeling like your legs are being planted in the ground. That is when you begin to hear reality again.
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #34 Continuing the Sweat Lodge...
The Elder begins to pray again in a language you don’t understand, continuing, “When I pray, I pray to all directions I ask for, truth, for kindness, for sharing, for caring, for strength, for respect and for humility. I pray not only for myself but for all.”
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 1
[Credit for the images used for the Cover Image: Images found on FreeDigitalPhotos.net Empty Class Room by criminalatt Barb Wire by winnond The Desperate Anxiety by Naypong Shadow of Hand in Jail by sakhorn38 And a special thanks to my friend Sabrina Coles for putting the cover together.]
By Bastian Falkenrath5 years ago in Fiction
Seeing Red
Novac, huh? Looks nicer than the last couple of towns. Then again, the previous town was a massive bonfire, the one before that was shot up and overthrown by criminals, and the one before that was attacked by Powder Gangers and got a little blown up here and there. So much hell in just a week.
By Diana Cross5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #36 Continuing through to the Chinese Voices you are hearing...
“So, you are saying that all those stories of Chinese immigrants living underground in tunnels, our parents use to talk about were true?” Jordan calmly answers, “Yes I remember those stories, they were horrific! I still can’t imagine being banned from Canada. Doesn’t seem like that is what our country stands for.”
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
