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The Crystal: Revenge {Intro}
“The twins-” That had been two hours ago. Gracie realized in horror as she watched her best friend fall to dust that there were four very precious human beings in her home waiting for her mother and she had no idea if they were alive. She had to find out.
By Grace Anderson5 years ago in Geeks
Lexiconum
Black as the void, a depth to its darkness. A knowledge of infinity. The little black book covered in the symbols of ancient Palish, called to Dante. A promise of peace, a covenant of enlightenment in its purest form. A sense of longing drew the Paladin closer. Dante felt his legs carrying him towards the book that sat alone on the table. He couldn’t resist its touch….
By Jake Benoit5 years ago in Geeks
SHATTERED REALMZ
Lightening flashed in multiple successions as Dagon Zarot walked up the pathway towards a dilapidated manor, that his great-grandfather insisted he explore, to claim the rest of the inheritance. Light rain started to fall from the sky as the rumble of thunder from the earlier flashes began to reverberate through the air. A man of 31 scrawny with pale skin shivered as his dark black hair started to hang just over his misty blue eyes, Dagon was not a handsome man but something about him was not quite unattractive either. Even though he was frail looking he was tough as he led a rough life always being picked on, teased, and bullied; there was a tautness to his musculature. As the darkness was broken by the flashes from the storm it somehow enhanced his stature. He was by no means strong, but he was enduring and could take a beating.
By Azarius Nakshrata5 years ago in Geeks
The Hidden Estate
“Your Honor, this is for you.” The messenger handed him a wax-sealed envelope. “You’re the executor.” At this, the judge tore the envelope open in a hurry. It seemed his old governess had fulfilled her final hour in peaceful slumber that same morning, Friday April 13, 1827. As executor he would undertake the archaeology of her apartment at his family’s home. “So,” he mused aloud, “I am to search for stone tablets.” It was his attempt at levity; the lady had been so old there was no telling what artifacts he might uncover. Judge Sydney Carton Darnay arrived home to find his sister and his elderly parents in tearful mourning. He ate with them almost in silence. Even the servants were dressed in black, for Miss Pross had been everyone’s friend.
By Donna Strow5 years ago in Geeks
Paladins of the Crest
When I was fifteen my parents let go from work. We lost our house and had to move in with my grandfather. He had a two-story house with a basement that smelled like mothballs and books. Yes, books have a smell. Grandpa’s house had plenty of room for everyone. However, people needed to eat and other bills paid, so my parents went out to find a job every day. For reasons unknown, grandpa always forbid us from going into the basement.
By Glenn H Meeks Jr5 years ago in Geeks
The Legend of the Wrir
He sloshed through the puddles in the back alley as he trudged his way home. He never thought he'd end up stuck in a town like this. He glanced up at the shabby buildings around him squinting against the steady rain. They seemed to huddle together as their forms darkened in the dying light of the day. He sighed heavily. What a dump! He thought for the millionth time as he turned the corner at the end of the ally.
By Rebekah Glenn5 years ago in Geeks
Please Return
You don’t spend your life at the bottom of the sea and not learn a thing or two so when that notebook drifted down and landed on my head I knew there was a reason for it. I could have sloughed it off and continued my usual antics, but even if I’m not the most absorbent creature on the planet, this book with “Please Return” written across its front cover was trying to tell me something, but what? My mind, pondering the unfathomable depths of possibility, suddenly felt an overpowering need to find the book’s owner and return it to them! I let out an audible “whoa” realizing that I may never have come to this conclusion had it not been for that black notebook landing on my head.
By Grimm Culhane5 years ago in Geeks
The Ring of Fire
It is the 20th April 2021. Tom Hanks, for it is he, is sitting at his typewriter composing a Pulitzer Prize winning treatise on the meaning of symbols on typewriter keyboards. The stack of completed pages sits on his fine wooden desk, taller only than his bouffant hair which has not been cut in two months due to social distancing measures. Suddenly the telephone on Tom Hanks’ desk rings ominously. He lifts the receiver with the feeling that this call will be anything but ordinary, and is greeted by a mysterious voice in an accent that he cannot quite place. ‘Is this... Tom Hanks,’ the voice asks, seeming both near and far away at the same time. “Mister Hanks - Do you know of Dante’s ‘Ring of Fire’?”
By Erl Johnston5 years ago in Geeks
