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Time Over and Again, Final Chapter
To start from the first chapter, click here. To read the previous chapter, click here. Len sat shaking in the empty field, with nothing and no one around to distract him away from himself any longer. His eyes filled with tears and he wiped them away only for them to fill again. Again and again and again and again. None of them would bring him back.
By Tanner Linares3 years ago in Fiction
Dear Felix
A wolf howled, the sound low and haunting. Soon, it was joined by more voices. Dear Felix looked at me, his eyes wide. The night's festivities had just ended, but the staff and the man of the house remained in the gardens, soaking in the moonlight and the stories of the stars. All others had returned to their homes around the village. It was growing lighter out, but the moon still held its proper place. Exhaustion had taken hold of many of us prior to the sounds of the wild animals but now we were all alert.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
Autumn in New York
It’s a quiet, cloudy evening in New York City. When I arrived home from work a little while ago, I went straight to my bed. Not to sleep yet, but just to relax. I’m beat. It could be the gloomy fall weather, or my illness, or a bit of both. Fridays are great, but they can feel rough sometimes after pushing so hard all week. Either way, tonight is a time to rest, drink coffee, and write. In the morning (when I have more energy), I will go for a walk. Tomorrow is a new day.
By Jennifer M. Ward3 years ago in Fiction
The Kingdom of Lies & Gems 2
The carriage arrived at the small bridge that connected the city with the Avilla castle since it was surrounded by a small river. Vierizen had 5 rivers flowing through its lands and it was said that Artanges became the capital as it was the only place where all 5 rivers passed through it.
By Harrys Stratigakis3 years ago in Fiction
31 Days of October Writing Prompts
October is right around the corner, and what better month to inspire creativity and story? For this year, I decided to create daily writing prompts for the month for inspiration to exercise the writing brain. To have fun with putting down whatever comes through the pen—or if a sudden urge comes along, a paintbrush.
By K. Kocheryan3 years ago in Fiction
Welcome Home
“Some welcome home, huh?” I kicked a rock down the path, watching it bounce along until it caught a root and came to an abrupt halt. The smoke from Drew’s cigarette fluttered through the air and to my nose. I hadn’t seen him dressed up in years. His funeral best was better than mine, but in my defense I had only been back in town for a week. In that week, my best friend had died, I had crashed my car, and the hotel I was staying in had been shut down because of the drugs they were making in the basement. None of it I was prepared for.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
ᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴅʟɪɴɢ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ
ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ᴡɪᴄᴄᴀɴ ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ sᴀʙʙᴀᴛs, ᴏsᴛᴀʀᴀ ɪs ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘʀɪɴɢ ᴇǫᴜɪɴᴏx ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛs ʀᴇɴᴇᴡᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴏʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢs. ᴏsᴛᴀʀᴀ ʜᴀs sᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇs, ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢʟᴏ—sᴀxᴏɴ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss, ᴇᴏsᴛʀᴇ.
By Sai Marie Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
A Possessive House
Chapter One First, It Must Begin The wind whipped against the window where bright blue eyes filled with an unspoken wonder peered out. The sound of the pelting water was the only audible thing around — but this was a comforting sort of quietness that made one feel lulled into relaxation. Almost like the feeling eating turkey gave after Thanksgiving Day had ended.
By Sai Marie Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
