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The Trail of Secrets & Blood 3
Several days had passed since the battle’s ending at Lugha jungle and everyone had returned to Zararias, the capital of the Ocoris republic, and was resting while waiting for Bahia’s next orders to come forward.
By Harrys Stratigakis3 years ago in Fiction
The Trail of Secrets & Blood 2
The flushing sound of a river could be heard in the distance along with the cheerful and melodic chirp of various birds hanging atop the verdant willows.
By Harrys Stratigakis3 years ago in Fiction
Some roads, we must eventually learn to go alone
I haven't been in touch with Xiaoya for a while. Just now she sent a message: "These last few months are the most painful days I can remember. Many times always think about giving up, feel like they can not carry on."
By adad3 years ago in Fiction
The Reed boat
Laurelle Laurelle The purple clouds blushed pink and danced till darkness met the treetops. Meet me in the morning said Laurelle, sketch me on banks of the Oslo fjord reeds inlet amongst the dried rushes. She bathed and swam and dried herself on the shoreside in glorious morning sunshine.
By Tiffany Brown, Tiffany Campbell Brown, Tiffanarty3 years ago in Fiction
The Immortal King
I imagine the Gods weeping every time the rain falls. There are no wails of despair, only silent tears that blanket the landscape, nourishing the beauty of the world around us while depriving us of the warmth that comes with the sun. I feel as if here, in Portland, it’s always raining, as if the gods are as sad as the poor souls trapped in this decaying shit hole. Slumped shoulders of wet pedestrians accompany the overcast skies and water-logged shoes that are the norm for most of the year. Why would I expect anything else on the one day that mattered? We have two seasons here: the hot one which comes with a permanent coating of sweat and a constant sun glare, and the wet one which accounts for the other nine months of the year. You would think that growing up here would cause a person to become accustomed to this shit, or that we would at least learn to carry an umbrella and invest in some boots, but the vast majority of us, including yours truly, never catch on.
By Jefferey A Ayers3 years ago in Fiction
Beacon of Light A Brave Awakening Story Part 2
chapter 4 September 4th, 2021 As I entered Akron Canton International Airport I was so nervous I kept messing up everything. I forgot my International documents so I had to find the nearest printer. Or I couldn’t go to Saint Lucia. I was scared I would lose my fiancé, I didn’t want him to leave me. I wasn’t sure what I was entering into, as the unknown never really occurred to me.
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)4 years ago in Fiction
Boiling water for benefactors
During the Northern Wei Dynasty, there was a foolish man named Wei Ting in Hebei, who had a high fever when he was three years old, and because he was not cured for a long time, his brain was burned, so he was a bit dumb.
By 肖湾4 years ago in Fiction
The Trail of Secrets & Blood 1
The resonant sound of the combustion occurring in the insides of the moving train echoed on the lengthy city roads. As the vehicle passed through its repeated path, grey smoke exerted from its chimney spraying the clear sky with it.
By Harrys Stratigakis4 years ago in Fiction
On The Other Side of The Spectrum 3
Dopax clapped very slowly but firmly as Lidua’s and Yevin’s appearances entered his vision. Venye and Regaz stared at them like a father looking at his boy thinking he has grown up. Silgy had a similar look on her face, but it didn’t feel like it was directed at them.
By Harrys Stratigakis4 years ago in Fiction
A Swine's Greed
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The dark, devoid-of-life endless sky was unfolding itself on the shuttle's window shield. The turbine's flame was beginning to fade away as the shuttle's speed declined sustainably. A girl with a seemingly tired look was gazing at the serene scene that was spreading out in front of her sight.
By Harrys Stratigakis4 years ago in Fiction
New Worlds
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That didn't stop Cersei from using her last breath to raspily whisper "Marek" as her mind collapsed unconscious, floating exposed in the cold and dark of interstellar space. The debris of the colony fleet danced and flickered, twinkling like the stars in the night sky, illuminated by the sparks and fires that now scattered and consumed the remains of the refugee flotilla she had stood on, desperately trying to repair, just moments ago. Surrounded by the demolished ships and the millions of other departing souls that had been her fellow crew-mates, crossing the void for the hope of a new world, She could have sworn, in her final moments, that she heard her the sound echoing off a nearby surface. Was that a voice of the afterlife? Had losing life in her corporeal form opened her up to hearing psychic messages through the ether of space? Perhaps, although she was certain it had been the sound of that faint whisper of her final utterance of her brother's name. But the vacuum couldn't carry sound, could it? With this puzzle and the strange vision of a great leviathan of the void intercepting the asteroid cluster that was disintegrating the rest of the Antediluvian fleet, she let go of the mortal coil and passed out of consciousness.
By Glenn McConnell4 years ago in Fiction
Fossil Time
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Silence in my new world was even stronger on that day… cutting through my senses, like a chilly wind in May.
By Anette Rosen4 years ago in Fiction