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Letters From a Past Which Lies Ahead
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Janet, I have never beheld an aphorism more bleak. I wish that you could shout my name from the inky reach of Sedna and its tantalizing vibrations would launch from your lips like a flock of migrant birds, purposeful and swift, to appease the winter of my longing.
By Morgana3 years ago in Fiction
Flashdrive
"Kenn look what I found in the desk we brought!" I yell as I pick up the red USB. I stare at it, wondering what could be saved here.
By Liss Suarez3 years ago in Fiction
Rosie's Son
Seeing my brother this way is trying to break my heart, but I steel myself rather than fracture. For a moment I imagine jumping into my huge work ute with its steel chassis and taking a comfortable ride away, right away, from this moment.
By Daniella Libero3 years ago in Fiction
The Journey Through Ferramoust (Prologue)
Prologue- Before They Were Warriors Alek was helping his mom with the Plok plants, a plant created to help heal the sick and wounded. It was the first time she let him help her with it after he had promised he would be just as gentle as she always was. He'd watched her many times; how she would soothingly hum to the plant as she collected the nectar from the Plok and into an empty pot; pulling the wilted flowers and leaves from it and placing it in a pouch that she had on her side. The Plok nectar, wilted flowers, and leaves got boiled down into a syrup and then cooled to room temperature. Plok is a very peculiar-looking plant that could be easily identified by its bright colors. Plok has bright blue stems and leaves that are shaped like maple leaves. The flowers are a bright yellow, the petals are long and thin, a stigma that sticks out over the edge of the Plok. Plok's were created with magic to constantly produce this nectar and to survive all year long.
By RJ Lyons3 years ago in Fiction
The Fortnite War
One of the greatest heroes of Kilton culture is King Fionn MacCuel of Clan MacCuel for fending off the northmen of Terrador who were led by Warlord Roark of Novengraad. He and his barbaric troops landed on the northern coast of Kilt and raided down to the central plains. The clans of Kilt’s northern coast fought them off for days before falling back beyond the Forest of 'Fetch. It was the first time a raid like this had occurred in Kilt’s history and the clans and their leaders were not prepared for the battles to come.
By Braison Cyrus3 years ago in Fiction
A Momentary Lapse of Reason
A Momentary Lapse Of Reason By: Steven Dean Darren felt frustrated. The luminescent numbers on the car stereo displayed a time much later than he intended. 11:45 was much too late to be out with his two year old son, Dylan. Amazingly enough, no tantrums had occurred. Dylan was quite content to suck his thumb and rub his mom’s strawberry blond hair back and forth across his cheek.
By Steven Dean3 years ago in Fiction
Star Trek: Ascension - Chapter 9
Chapter Nine They materialize with visible relief upon a transporter platform in a blissfully empty transporter room.
By Justin Michael Greenway3 years ago in Fiction
One Brave Indian
I was on my way to mail a letter to a friend. It was a depressing letter, hand written or more accurately, scribbled, an obligatory reply to an encouraging communication in the other direction. A ‘thanks, but no thanks’ with all the depressing factors most anyone could concoct from a morose perspective on their lives. I had described all the reasons for my dismal failures of late, blamed everyone I could for every deficit I could account to them, and then concluded with a Psalmic reference to urge the reader to pray and not call the suicide hotline on my behalf. But something turned me aside on my path to the post office.
By Larry Berger3 years ago in Fiction
My D.N.A. Genealogy Test Shattered Everything I Thought I Knew About My Life
My DNA Genealogy Test REsults Shattered Everything I Thought I Knew About My Life I sat against the red and brown brick wall outside the police station, knees tucked into my chest. My heavy breaths clouded in front of me as the cold winter air bit at my skin, making my fingers numb, but I didn’t care. The cold air provided me with the only sense of peace that I could find right now. Just yesterday, I was just a normal teenage kid living a normal teenage life with normal parents who loved me. Today, everything I thought I knew about my life was shattered.
By R. M. Staniforth3 years ago in Fiction
Scream
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. This is not quite true. The reality is that screams are short-lived, in the vacuum of space, and only a select few can hear them.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Divine Architecture
Randos is the known inhabitable world that Elves and Men reside within. It is surrounded by heaven and was laid out in such a way by the architect Elonwye. Here I will try to decipher his plan and explain the cosmology and geography of the divine plane of Randos. ‘Randos’ comes to us from the ancient language used by the spirits of elves and men, the language of the gods called Kermim or “God Speak”. The word in their tongue means “vastness,” or “plane”. It was designed as a flat plane so that the eye of Elonwye, our sun that we call Cyrius, can always watch whats happening on the surface. It’s believed that Randos is a reconfigured space fashioned out of the previous Nine Worlds that came before it, including the world that was inhabited solely by the races of men called Emblar. That world of the previous bygone age was not a flat plane but a round planet. A spherical world that could traversed by going sideways around it.
By Braison Cyrus3 years ago in Fiction
Autumn in the Mountain Country
In October, I took the opportunity of a long vacation to visit my mother in the mountains. 　　On a crisp morning, we set off from Xi'an by car. We heard that the Xiping Expressway was open to traffic, so we got on the expressway with a feeling of appreciation and feeling. After the toll station entrance of Xianyang Airport is the avenue of Xiping Expressway, a flat and new avenue across the second loess plateau of Xianyang, the green belt on both sides of the road can not stop the red and yellow apples hanging on the branches, the glory of the red persimmons, can not stop the corn, pears and dates and various colors of the attractive fragrance of flowers. When walking through Liquan and Yongshou, the fog was so thick that it was hard to see ahead and to the sides, so the car slowed down and moved slowly in the autumn fragrance. Some people say that the sky is against us, not allowing us to feast our eyes, I say that the sky is afraid that we are intoxicated with the beauty of autumn, the fragrance of autumn flowers, and let us focus on the trip. After Bin County into Changwu, the fog slowly dispersed into a line of white clouds floating in the blue sky, the golden sunshine spread the wilderness, the breeze blowing refreshing.
By Faygath Fyaharh3 years ago in Fiction