Excerpt
Section I: of the CODEX SOLIS
I: Incarnation In the Digital Age Listen ye, O human that dwell within the digital age. I, human of Earth. A man young in age, body and mind, yet ancient in soul. Sing to you the praises given to me by the All. Sing you praises of joy and enlightenment, for now has the time come for those of this age to see passed the screens of their illusions. My visions shine brightly like a chromatic sun in the modern day of the monochrome in technology. Seen, I, visions of grand beauty and grand design. I was taken to higher existences and higher life. Briefly shown, was I, the future as bliss and the future is, as what is possible now.
By Jaron Fund (Future Master)5 years ago in Fiction
A Frigid Dance
...It‘s perfect. She stared out over the frozen pond, watching the reflection of the stars in the ice as the distant sounds of crumbling rock echoed through the mountains around her. Breathing in the crisp night air, she felt the biting wind against her skin as a thick fog drifted overhead, enshrouding the stars with impenetrable grey; a stark canvas for her imagination to paint with. Silhouettes of mountains became colossal monsters bearing down on her. The wind howled through the mountains, chilling her bones as it rushed past her, ripping through her hair.
By Ben Schrueder5 years ago in Fiction
Green Eyed Virus
Amber laid in the hospital bed in the center of the room surrounded by an isolating plastic container. Green pustules covered her body and her eyes glowed a neon green as they darted from left to right aimlessly. She was muttering a language no one could understand, it was as if she was possessed by a demon. The quarantine facility was gray and white with doctors and guards bustling about. They've never seen such activity from her like this. The family and friends that came to see her were a chaotic mess. She was fine a moment earlier, Amber was conversing with her family and friends that were reassuring her that she'd be okay. Then her eyes became neon green and she became a different person. The doctors were rushing to study the readings on her and the guards were fighting back the loved ones trying to help her. All but one person was still in the room. Her closest friend Denton was more still than stone.
By Omari Huguley5 years ago in Fiction
For the unfree women around the world
It is very difficult to believe that we all live in the same world, yet we do not have all the same benefits, freedom and rights which should be a universal choice for all mankind. From the dawn of creation we have always been fighting, in one form or the other to just be free, irrespective of where we are, or to whom we were born, Rich or poor.
By Novel Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Bloody Red Light
Bloody red light hanging above me like an uncooked steak ready to be incinerated into smoke and flames. Where do I go from here? What should I do from this moment on? I don’t know. I have no clue. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way.
By 8th Street Pigeon5 years ago in Fiction
TCoE: Audiobooks
After many hours of vigorous narrating and editing, I have finally completed my first audiobook! As of now, the only book of my series, The Chronicles of Enchantments, that is available for purchase on Audible, is my short story, Healing Scars of the Past.
By Mel E. Furnish5 years ago in Fiction
Green Light Diner
She had worked at the Green Light diner for 8 years. 8 long, insufferable years of over easy eggs, barely cooked bacon and suspiciously salty ham sandwiches. The coffee was the perfect combination of gritty sludge and molten lava, and the plastic that cracked over the bursting booth seats was yellowing at the edges. She came each day at 4am, right as the night shift was wrapping up, and just before the morning rush of truckers, flaggers, and loggers. Her entire working career could be illustrated in one simple phrase. “Whatcha get?”
By Kavi Elwyn5 years ago in Fiction
