Young Adult
Realm of Skill
Joz was worried. He didn’t want to admit it, even to himself, but he was a little scared of returning to the Stash empty-handed. He had only been working for Xander Lanthorn for two months, and he had already seen what happened to people who crossed him. Xander had made his life immeasurably better, it was true, but he ruled his small kingdom with an iron fist, and Joz knew the price of failure would be even worse here than in the outside world. He had reached the Road of Tears, and the dark shape of the Stash loomed before him. He slipped into an alleyway to approach the building from the back and buy more time. He needed to think. He needed a way to get a time jinx before dusk. He stepped around a corner and stopped short, hands already raised, as he saw a shadow break loose from a nearby wall. It morphed into a small, cloaked figure, hood pulled low over its face. Joz brought his hands together, ready for an attack, but the figure paused and then gave a low laugh.
By charlotte meilaender5 years ago in Fiction
Friend Potion
Friend Potion “The key is the Cadbury’s milk chocolate,” my mother said as she ripped open the purple wrapping of the 3.5 oz milk chocolate bar. “Put it into the metal bowl on top of the pot of boiling water. Add a tablespoon of water and stir as it melts.”
By Frances MI Howard-Snyder5 years ago in Fiction
Bananas
It had been a long day and the steady downpour was not helping. Garrett Stanley had finished last place in the two-mile run at his high school track meet and he was in no mood to see anyone. He was usually one of the faster runners on his team, it was fairly common for him to place with the top three finishers. However, today his legs had cramped up unexpectedly and by the end of the race his legs could barely move.
By B. K. Garner5 years ago in Fiction
Tough Love
Priscilla stared at her hand, emerald stones glistening in the sunlight that filtered in through the large window she sat beside. It was truly a gorgeous ring, to be sure, and she appreciated the attempt he had made at choosing something outside the normal boring diamond that was so steeped in tradition. At least that much would belong to her, that small bit of deviation from what was expected.
By Heather Miller5 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon and the Snake
The air was thick with moisture as the sun started to dry up the recent rains. A haze was rising from the ground as the clouds parted and more sun shone through. Alec fanned himself with his tablecloth as he leant in the doorway looking for a cool breeze. There had only been a few customers today at his roadside inn. Usually on this road there would be more, but the recent rains had kept the usual foot traffic down to a minimum. This had also meant that his raucous cook, Gareth, became idle and took to the drink more often. Alec shook his head. There was a bad employment choice if ever he had made one. The cook was a large man of a strong build and fiery temper. No one dared complain about the meals that he put out, that is, not twice anyways. Alec took one last look up and down the hazy road, sighed and turned to go back into the Inn.
By James Guilar5 years ago in Fiction
Reconnected
I asked him once "Weren't you scared?" He didn't answer, he opened his eyes wider and looked around. The pond in the garden was there for a while now, I remember when I was little he kept digging the hole in the ground for days until he finished. He kept disappearing to be found somewhere in the basement simply searching for a screwdriver he lost 7 years ago. Only hunger could bring him back upstairs, when he was starving he was always grumpy demanding food.
By Dominika Rau5 years ago in Fiction
Temptation: Part 2 of The Journey
Read Part One: The Safehouse here The Chocolate Cake was the first warning. Not the cake itself, exactly, but the fact that a pristine chocolate cake sat on an equally pristine china platter, in the middle of a barren plain of ashes and dust and charred lumps that no-one wanted to think too hard about.
By Natasja Rose5 years ago in Fiction
