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Beginner's Luck: Critical Mass 5
The Librarian was mentally exhausted from the emotional trauma of the day. He gritted his teeth realizing that they were not about to execute the beast in front of him. What was it that the golem had called it? A Derboul? Knowing the name of the Outsiders didn't make them any less despicable. His body was also exhausted and the number of places across his being that began to scream at him increased by the minute as his adrenaline wore off. As much as he hated the idea of keeping the invader alive, he had to admit it was a genius idea: Use the enemy as combat training for the golem Q and for the boy Fluke. It was a good idea, but he didn't have to like the idea no matter how good it was.
By Everett Scaifeabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
Spring Sacrifice
The woods of Hollow Glen were quiet, save for the crunch of dead leaves underfoot. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and the last rays of sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting long, eerie shadows. The group of teenagers—Ellie, Jake, Sarah, and Ryan—had ventured there on a dare. Rumors of strange happenings in the forest around Easter had been passed down for years, but none of them believed in ghost stories.
By V-Ink Storiesabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
Eggshells
Margaret Whitlock was known as the best artist in the sleepy town of Greystone. Her specialty was Easter egg sculptures—delicate, intricate creations painted with painstaking detail. Each egg was a marvel, depicting pastoral scenes, mythical creatures, and swirling patterns so fine they seemed almost alive. Every Easter, people from all over flocked to her gallery to admire and buy her work.
By V-Ink Storiesabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
More Orangutans
JOHN Chapman rode north on his alpaca. This was long before he acquired the alias, ‘Appleseed’, mind you. (English puritans would come to bastardize his exploits, associating them with those of copycat New England phil-apple-ists from years later, who sought to piggyback on his fame. They would say he had a horse, not an alpaca. They would say he walked barefoot beside this horse, because he did not wish to harm it. All untrue.)
By Noah Husbanda day ago in Fiction
The Spot
No one blinked. As they gathered by the image processor, taking time to adjust all of their eye sockets and each dial and module on the machine, they simply stared and stared at what they were looking at. No one thought to make a mental note of this; no one thought that their psychic connection could handle this. But there it was and they had to process it.
By Kendall Defoe a day ago in Fiction
What Am I Missing?
Day 1 My mission is simple, to learn about humans by becoming one. They’ve got a written history, but I’d rather go in fresh and improvise. I’ve been doing this a long time and consider myself an expert at blending in. Confidence is the key. If you just look like you know what you’re doing, it’s generally accepted.
By Leslie Writesa day ago in Fiction
