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BIG ANNOUCMENT
Guys I've only been posting for a little on vocal but everyone's kind words have gave me so much confidence, ive decided today I will be writing my first novel at 15! It will be based off my story Greybridge and I cant wait for everyone to see it. Im starting going over the plot and everything today so hopefully it goes well. Thank you to everyone who has enjoyed one of my stories more will be coming as well, just I wanna take this next step!
By Christian Sanchez27 days ago in Fiction
Choose Your Own Adventure: St Helena Station Part 2
******* Author’s Note****** This is part two of my ongoing choose your own adventure style story St Helena Station. If you missed the first part, the link is below. Sadly you missed out on part one’s voting period but feel free to read and drop a comment/catch up on the story! Thank you for reading…… good luck.
By Sandor Szabo27 days ago in Fiction
A Gift of Snow and Ice; Chapter 5
No one knew what to do. To be fair, no one had any experience with this kind of situation: a human becoming fae and also getting winter gifts in the summer realm. No one even knew what it meant- much less why I was freezing cold to the touch yet never felt cold myself. Not that I ever felt warm either; I could barely feel heat at all. Then again warm things didn't stay warm long in my grasp.
By Katarzyna Crevan30 days ago in Fiction
Hippieland Vol. 3
"Stay groovy," I exclaim as I finish my timeslot at 12pm. I stand and step away from the DJ booth. Musicians filter in as I walk through the studio room. The common room is filling up with artists. Hippie's Hangout springs alive as it re-opens following the deep cleaning. I normally sit down in the common room and observe the atmosphere. People carry their tools of their art. Magic, our resident 12pm to 4pm DJ, walks through the room, nodding at me, towards the studio room. He spins a lot of soulful music. He's an African gentleman in his fifties who DJ'd in several countries for a couple of decades. Sometimes he plays fascinating tribal music. Magic's been with us for a few years now.
By James Staskus30 days ago in Fiction
Platform 4
She was with Lucas, the love of her life, and they were going to their last date, at a motel. After this, they were finally going to get married. At night, the train station felt like a threshold between worlds. There was a cool breeze which carried the calming scent of lavender. “I wish this feeling would never end”, said Lucas with a content expression. Maxine had one too. She was happy, an emotion she felt only when she was around him. That emotion, however, led to a series of events. As she happily twirled, carefree and on top of the world, she slid off the edge of the platform, landing harshly on the tracks.
By Ankitaa Arun💕about a month ago in Fiction
A Quandary in Quarantine
Chapter Fourteen By the time the Stay At Home Order went into effect on Wednesday, people in Elsewhere seemed pretty used to the idea. I think that could be directly attributed to the fact that Wisconsinites were used to basically not leaving their houses for months at a time over the winter. They were like bears, hibernating for the winter.
By Erin Lorandosabout a month ago in Fiction
A Quandary in Quarantine
Chapter Thirteen It was a very good thing that I had worked so hard to get our virtual reference services going as quickly as I had. It seemed we would be using it for the foreseeable future, at least. It was the Monday after our first full week of working from home. The state’s Stay At Home Order was scheduled to go into effect on Wednesday. Our town published a paraphrased versions of Governor Evers’ executive order on the town’s website:
By Erin Lorandosabout a month ago in Fiction
A Quandary in Quarantine
Chapter Twelve The ‘authorities’ did not seem to be in much of a rush, though. Deputy Drew finally arrived about twenty minutes later. I supposed it was not really a real emergency, but still - in a town the size of Elsewhere, it’s not like there was a lot of other police matters taking up his time. When Deputy James did pull up, it sounded like he had parked in my driveway - rather than Luce’s. Odd. Sure enough, moments later I heard my own doorbell chime and there he was standing on my front stoop.
By Erin Lorandosabout a month ago in Fiction
