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The Forsaken-Part IX
Flashes of light woke Lucas from a deep sleep. The lights were explosive, coming through the hotel room window. Lucas rubbed his eyes, imagining a Texas storm system. As much as he tried going back to sleep, even hiding his head beneath a pillow, the lights were blindingly bright.
By Jason Ray Morton 2 years ago in Fiction
Savior Complex
Her eyes scanned him up and down once more. Noticing every tiny detail to his every move. The way his bangs swept back into the hair resting upon the back of his head. The slow movement of his chest as he breathed. His eyes sparkling under the moonlight - almost as if the light of the moon was begging for me to notice. His eyes laid upon my own. His gun pointed towards my chest.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
Bad Man, Angelic Transformation
In a small, forgotten town nestled deep within the woods, there lived a man named Richard. He was known far and wide as a notorious troublemaker, the embodiment of chaos. Richard had a knack for stirring up conflicts, and his malevolent deeds had earned him a dark reputation.
By Salman siddique2 years ago in Fiction
Faustiversary
"Sign here, here, and initial here." Lindsay Edwards was involved in the final stages of what was introduced to her as a lucrative business deal, and at a young age. She's only 25 years of age, but she's had the goal of being a high-level influencer since junior high. When Lindsay first met with Lucinda Ferrell, the woman who presented the opportunity and the contract that Lindsay was signing, the young influencer saw it all as an offer she couldn't refuse.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
Witches and Wedding Bells
"Sola-Soalce; Sola-Solet, report to here; the HOUR is SET...!" The sun began to set over Witchhelm. It was the most sinister day of the year in the realm of witches and warlocks and the gathering hour had come. In a barren, unwooded area, a scraggly haired witch and balding warlock, both hidden beneath hooded robes, materialized from out of the darkness and stood around a tiny circle of stones. There were also two much younger witches, identical and red-haired. They both stood at a distance away, bored by the opening ceremony and choosing to gaze off into the distance for even more important arrivals.
By Kent Brindley2 years ago in Fiction
Da Fall in da Usher House
Authors note: The following story was originally published by Vice-Versa Journal in 2010. I wrote this for a creative writing class while working towards my BA in English. I am Native Hawaiian, born and raised in the lands of my ancestors so it is written in Hawaiʻi Pidgin English; colloquial language of the Hawaiian islands. Please enjoy.
By M. Lee, MFA2 years ago in Fiction
Silent Betrayal
In the serene town of Crestwood, where white picket fences lined the streets and neighborly smiles masked deeper truths, the disappearance of therapist Emily Hartley left an indelible mark on the community. It was a town where everyone knew everyone else's business—or so they thought.
By Avijit Das2 years ago in Fiction
