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Nima and the Human Boy
s an abandoned toddler in the forest. “I really don’t want to do this,” she muttered under her warm breath. Nima didn’t know why her mother insisted she be the one to go collect the offering from the Lake of Sacrifice. It wasn’t her fault her brother decided to be a total idiot and fight a troll when he knew what a little spite from a troll could do to a dragon.
By Nneka Anieze3 years ago in Fiction
The Boy, The Beetle, The Burning (Chapter 1, Draft 1)
Ancient bones hold strong, despite the pains brought by dropping barometric pressure. It was a cool day, which he did not like. He had just eaten and needed the heat to help his digestion. Mist kissed his keeled, mottled scales and wove through the woods. Something was in the air. Something else.
By Elisabeth Balmon3 years ago in Fiction
An Empire of Betrayal & Order 2
Back in Heilig’s capital, Dozil, Walter was in his large office getting his paperwork out of the way for the day. Most of this kind of work was about legal procedures that Heilig went through regarding military operations, Arc transfer from one outpost to another, completion of various transactions, and even approval and budgeting for restructuring the cities.
By Harrys Stratigakis3 years ago in Fiction
Car writer
Who can write when the heart is burdened? His head in his hands, he tried not to concentrate on his current situation. He listened to his stomach growling. No food. a constant reminder of the importance of writing these reviews. Last week his schedule had been crowded with shows - introducing all the latest lines of cars for this new year. He had been eating shrimp, roast beef, and numerous other varieties of appetizers. Free coffee and free soda. He could have had free wine but he didn’t drink. Now, a week later, he was back in his apartment. He still had to review all the brochures he had collected throughout the week. His growling stomach shifted his focus off his work. He had no free food left. He wished he had brought home a chunk of brie, or a bunch of grapes. Other guests had taken food to their room. He should have just had his food travel a little bit further- to his apartment.
By Antoinette L Brey3 years ago in Fiction
Waiting for the Sun
Jack doesn’t love me anymore. I’m not saying this simply because he stopped saying it. There are other ways to tell. Like the way he creates distance between us. He calls me now and then, but we never see each other more than once a week. That might not bother some people, but it infuriates me. Other times, I’m consumed with sadness. When I was sick five months ago, he sent me a box of chocolate-covered Oreos wrapped in red ribbon, but he never came to see me. Is that love? In the beginning, he played the song “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran while we sat in his parked car. He used to grin a lot and say things like, “We finally found each other,” and “You really are the perfect girl.”
By Jennifer M. Ward3 years ago in Fiction
