Series
Rush
Chapter Three Crash, Bang, Boom A car door slamming outside my window jolts me out of a deep sleep. I get up to peek outside, to see Parker stumbling around to the back of the house. "Subtle" I groan. I make my way downstairs to let him in. When I open the door, Parker falls face first through the doorway. Rolling my eyes, assuming he is drunk, I reach down for him. "Come on Parker, let's get you to bed." He moans a garbled reply, but when I grab his hand it is slick. Then the stench of wet pennies hits my nostrils.
By Dominique Stedge5 years ago in Fiction
Heart-Shaped Box
Of all the things I could have remembered, there's just this one memory of her that plays on repeat in my dreams. I was looking up at her, and her pale blonde hair, streaked with mud, flowed out behind her as the wind blew. I remember her weathered boots with frayed laces, and the dusty, grey trench coat with splatters of blood on the sleeves; sleeves that were too long for her because it was our father's trench coat, our father's blood. Although she smiled at me, I could tell from the look in her eyes, that this would be the last time I saw her. Her friend and our charismatic leader, Myoko, rested a hand on her shoulder, and gave me a sad smile. "Treven, it's time. It's now or never." I jumped up and ran into Trevin's arms. "Don't go," I cried. "Who's going to play battle boats with me?" Myoko gave us a moment alone. "Teach Kai how to play. I bet she would love to play with you, and before you know it, we'll be together again." I squeezed her tighter. "I don't want to. She's annoying," I whined. "Hey, don't say that. Give her a chance. You, and Celeste are all she's got."
By Sia Morris5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 19
Hours or possibly just minutes later, I hear people talking outside the door to my room. Ruth’s voice carries, even at a whisper, but the other two, men as far as I can tell, have low voices that blur in the chamber of the hallway.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
From the Ashes
“I still believe in love,” The face shield of my gas mask was covered in scratches, rendered almost useless from the ash, when I found that abandoned convenience store. The thin man had been inside, hacking whatever dry phlegm he could clear from his lungs into a “Let It Burn” t-shirt he seemed to have found in the store.
By Nancy Gwillym5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 18
They are gone. My husband is gone and he took my daughter. He left me and took her with him. He took her. He took her. I am repeating it over and over and apparently not just in my head. I can hear my voice echoing in the room as Ruth walks me to one of the chairs by the window, trying to calm me.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
