Fable
The Life of a Cartel Princess
She starts to wake up from unconsciousness, she doesn't know how long she has been out, and doesn't seem to remember where she is, or how she got here, looks around and no one is in sight, wherever she was, it looks like heaven, she closes her eyes to try to recall events on how she got here, she remembers a woman, her office, and her children, then she looks out near the water, and she sees her, Roxelle, now it all comes rushing back to her. She realizes she is in danger, hoping that they find her soon, her hand goes to her neck and realizes her necklace is missing, her most prized possession, as she closes her eyes she sees her office in flames, along with Roxelle's file, and she remembers yanking the necklace off her neck and dropping it on the ground before the woman knocked her out, and she also remembers having a copy of Roxelle's file in the safe at her home in Miami.
By Tabatha Nabors4 years ago in Fiction
The Tree and Her Boy
Dear Reader, lend me your eyes so you may see what I see: a boy perched high above in the branches of an old tree. She is his haven, an escape from the harshness of life. There, cradled in her long, outstretched arms he can breathe. He can dream.
By Timothy Wilkinson4 years ago in Fiction
By the Light of Fire and Stars
The sun lulled a lazy pink fog over the cobbled-streets. It sunk, like an orbed fishing hook, into the lake that parted the city. A gentle gust of wind swept under the dying leaves that had been bundled in the trenches, and scattered them across town like stepping stones.
By Rachel M.J4 years ago in Fiction
19 Percent: 1941
Frozen. Cemented into the relentless Mother Gaia, there lay against the beach , a mermaid. It was late November in Northern Ontario and ice was building against the edges of the towns and country lakes. The bay of one of these lakes carried among the trees, a cottage of which had seen many magical people and treasures. However, the secrets left there stayed blind in front of the sight of skeptics and fakes. This enchanted place remained under the solitary care of Henry, who had long since lived his best days, loved with all his heart, spoken his wisest words, and pursued the path that was the most true to his soul.
By Katelyn Marie Clair4 years ago in Fiction
Fire and Ice Both Burn
1998 Only silence filled the drive home. The man clenched his jaw, eyes fixed on the road, but even the icy air from the open window couldn't clear the heavy fog in his chest. The woman stared down at the hospital band on her wrist. The empty car seat sat in the back, a silent and haunting weight. He had clicked off the radio the minute they had gotten into the car as if he was going to speak. He did not.
By Shelby Larsen4 years ago in Fiction
Part 4: Golinda's searches of the Pilgrim Soul
Kat had been seeing and hearing things again. Shapes appeared in the grains of wood, swirls of marble and shape of clouds. Pareidolia often happened when she felt her life force move through the general, intellectual, moral and cultural zeitgeist of an era. She felt a well of forces hit each other causing relativity storms. During this lifetime she had weathered many such storms, and knew that she needed to slow down to appreciate the source of the spirit.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
The Chase
She had been chasing the fox for three days now. She hadn’t meant to, in the beginning. Her only wish was to get a closer look. He had flashed past the corner of her eye, his fur rippling in bursts of scarlet and orange as he rolled through a patch of sunlight. She had never been so enchanted before as she was when watching that little fox scurry through the underbrush of her forest.
By Caitlin Mitchell4 years ago in Fiction
