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Cold Brew
Boston | October 1st Lucy handed the tattooed barista a small stack of cash in exchange for a large pumpkin spiced cold brew and two apple cider donuts. The bag was warm to the touch and the fresh aroma of hot cinnamon and pumpkin invaded her nostrils.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
**The Driftwood**
The sun was starting to set below the horizon, sending a warm orange glow across the vast expanse of the water. The *Driftwood*, a small yacht with worn hull and white sails, bounced gently on the surf. The atmosphere onboard was one of exhilaration and stress.
By aisha imranabout a year ago in Fiction
Dating Deal-Breakers
As I sat across from him at the quaint little café, sipping my latte and gazing into his piercing blue eyes, I thought I had found the one. The way he smiled at me, the way he listened to me, the way he made me laugh – it all seemed so perfect. But little did I know, beneath the charming facade, lay a multitude of dating deal-breakers, waiting to shatter my heart into a million pieces.
By Alim Abdulsomadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Voyage of the Morning Star
The sun was just rising when the Morning Star set sail from the small coastal village of Havenport. Captain Jonah, a grizzled man with salt-and-pepper hair, stood proudly at the helm. His crew, a mix of young men eager for adventure and older sailors seasoned by years at sea, busied themselves with the ropes and sails. Among them was Lily, a young woman with fiery red hair and bright green eyes, the captain’s niece.
By Abdul Quddusabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sanctioner
I love this part-standing on the cracked and broken ledge of an old skyscraper with the moonlight glinting off my armored mask, muscles tensed, readying for the leap into the abyss, listening to the sounds of bad people doing bad things far below. It's the calm before the storm. When I land behind them in the shadows, they know I'm there, but fake courage and real fear keeps them from acknowledging the fact. The look on their faces when they realize their world is about to be upended is worth all the long nights and ragged scars.
By Adam Diehlabout a year ago in Fiction
Rox Kasker
Boston Rox Kasker braced himself for impact as he fell fifty feet from the giant oak tree in the heart of the Boston Common. The branch he was standing on wasn’t as strong as he assumed it was, snapping under the weight of his two hundred twenty pound frame.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Fiction
Again
The sea lapped against the side of the small rubber life raft. The salty spray slapped across his face waking him up again. He had no idea how long he had been at sea, he didn’t know how he had ended up in the life raft, but he was here and he had been drifting in and out of consciousness. He had stopped looking over the side of his boat as the empty horizon had almost pushed him towards madness. He lay looking straight up at the blue sky, there wasn’t even a cloud to keep him company. In his moments of clarity he knew it was just waiting for the slow death of dehydration he was looking forward to.
By Simon Curtisabout a year ago in Fiction
A Storm Or A Siren
The world was mirrored and had been for days. In the sky, a pearl loomed. Its beautiful surface was dimpled with the most gorgeous flaws in the world. So mesmerizing a sailor could stare for hours on end and when he chose to look down, he'd see it again in the deep dark sea. Chris rocked on his heel and watched the stars flicker in the oceans steady waves. He tried not to think too hard on the shadows he swore he saw dart beneath the waves. He tried even harder not to think of the way his stomach churned with the ocean...
By Titania the Dreamweaverabout a year ago in Fiction
