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Torrance and the Valley of Thieves.
Lightning strikes overhead, not a cloud in sight to claim the bright effect. The gods are angry again... Torrance wanders out the barren cave, afraid for his life. His temporal nerves ache, an apprehensive sign of a calamitous future.
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Fiction
The coast on the map
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By Starlight Tucker3 years ago in Fiction
The Cat With the Abalone Eye
A hole had swallowed all of Lake Walter that summer. Lydia told me it went all the way down to the bedrock. She said she had heard that from her teacher, though it was more likely the fourth-grade illiterati. Mom said it drained into an underground river that flowed through a network of caves, but she drank nightly, and her facts seemed less believable after dinner. Still, the implications of what she said could swallow me in a spiral of morbid thoughts: swimmers struggling to exhaustion, small animals drowning in their hovels, Indian artifacts swept into unreachable crevices or expelled from the hillside, forever lost amongst the scree. To an eight-year-old whose toys were a pocket knife and a collection of spark plugs, that hole had more teeth than any folk creature in the county.
By B.A. Durham3 years ago in Fiction
Open Hands. Content Warning.
"There, there, little one," she cooed to the newborn. "You're alright. You're in safe hands. I promise you." It's dissatisfied little moans permeated the quietness of the room. Rubbing its whiskers this-way-and-that, it tried to search for the warmest spot to rest its weary head. Squirming in the palms of what seemed like a giant to it, the babe tucked its legs underneath of itself, trying to retain as much heat as possible.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
Fable 9: Wolf and the Weasel
There was once a wolf, who liked to stray from her pack. She wanted to learn about other animals. The wolves in her family pack shook their heads at her behaviour, blaming her young age for her curiosity. Though, soon enough, they trusted her to return of her own volition from her travels.
By ThatWriterWoman3 years ago in Fiction
Patio Girls
Everything hurts. My phone's timer counts down the precious few minutes left on my break. My neck feels like a board, my lower spine feels crunched up into itself, and the balls of my feet feel like they're about to roll off. Say it Ain't So by Weezer goes off alerting me that it's time to punch back in. Sunshine Cafe's concrete floors aren't changing any time soon. I check my makeup in the bathroom before heading back out.
By sleepy drafts3 years ago in Fiction
