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The Drip
The Drip D. A. Ratliff As the new experimental medicine flowed into me, I wondered if it would be enough or too much. My doctors were optimistic, but I had gotten to know them better than I ever wanted to and learned they were kind, compassionate, and prone to optimism. I suppose they had to be positive in the face of failure, or they couldn’t go on, and their patients wouldn’t either. So, I lay here in this stark room, the love of my life sitting next to me, dressed in sterile clothing, because if I got an infection, I would surely die. So, I lie here, listening to the drip, drip, drip of chemicals flowing into my body. Those drips became a metronome, and music flowed through my soul.
By D. A. Ratliff12 months ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE = ch 32
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 32 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ Midnight tiptoed around the house. She knew something was unsettling but couldn't put her, well, paw on it. She hissed quietly, “Something is amiss. It’s not big but it’s not good.” The feline wondered if she should wake Mia to investigate but then had another idea.
By Margaret Brennan12 months ago in Fiction
The Case of the Stone Killer
Percy’s breaths were heavy but quiet as he quickly checked his gun chamber one more time. Empty. He knew it but seeing it...made his situation all the more dire and hopeless. And there were no more bullets on his person, Percy checked. Three times. He should have been careful when shooting at the Stone Killer earlier. He really should have. But...there had been people behind him. Innocent civilians who would have been her next victims if Percy hadn’t intervened. It was his duty as a police detective to protect them, and Percy would never shirk from that duty. He didn’t regret his decision, he just wished that at least one of the bullets had hit her.
By Rebecca Patton12 months ago in Fiction
Hunters. Runner-Up in Legends Rewritten Challenge.
I stand up next to a mountain George slammed his longsword into the contoured scabbard clinging to the back of his jumpsuit. The music blasted throughout the C-130. He checked the seals of the gray jumpsuit before doing a final weapons check, feeling his excitement rising. George loved what he did, a fact that bought his shrink a new yacht.
By Matthew J. Fromm12 months ago in Fiction
Quilting a Nation
I cried as I sewed the latest patch into the quilt. My tears stained the delicate fabric, and neither I nor the others gathered around the frame made a move to wipe them clean. I heard, much later, that one of the little embroidery girls stitched gossamer threads around each splash.
By Meredith Harmon12 months ago in Fiction
My mom threw magic beans into the backyard and you won't BELIEVE what happened next!. Runner-Up in Legends Rewritten Challenge.
What’s going on Jackalopers? Your boy Jack here with an update. I’m sure you remember my last video where I planted those beans I traded my mom’s weird cow statue for. If you haven’t seen that video, be sure to click the link below to get the full story, but boy howdy was she pissed. And to the haters making comments about me still living with my mom, have you seen this economy? You all forget ad revenue isn’t what it used to be, and random videos get demonetized for no reason. Link for my Patreon in the description, by the way. But back to it. I planted those beans… well not so much planted as my mom threw them out into the backyard… but still. Check. This. Shit. Out.
By Aaron Morrison12 months ago in Fiction
Carry The Cross
Ramona Scott is sitting in the living room of her apartment waiting on her best friend Roger to bring her some iced coffee for the morning. “Sure is taking Rog longer than usual to bring my liquid crack” she thought to herself. “Maybe there’s a line at the store, I guess I could give him a-” before Ramona could finish her train of thought there was a knock on the door.
By Joe Patterson12 months ago in Fiction
