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by Leslie L. Stevens 9:52 PM. Jessica bounced into the kitchen like she owned it. Ponytail swinging, sneakers squeaking, still high off sixty bucks in tips and a full week of crushing it. Her tables were clean. Her section was empty. Her stomach was growling.
By Leslie L. Stevens Writer | Marfa, Texasabout a month ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Fog
The fog settled over the village like a blanket soaked in silence. At first it was gentle, wrapping the streets in a quiet hush. But as night deepened, it thickened into something heavier, almost alive, crawling along the cobblestones and slipping into the cracks of every home. It was not the kind of fog that simply blurred the edges of things. This fog carried a chill that touched the marrow, a weight that pressed on the heart, and whispered doubts in voices that sounded eerily familiar.
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Fiction
Lavender Orphan Love Spell
Bertie The children at Chandler Home Orphanage were not allowed to talk to the gypsies. It had been over a year since the last time they set up their caravan at Anson's Rock in the woods south of the Chandler Home campus. That was the spring of 1922.
By John R. Godwinabout a month ago in Fiction
Salvage, Crime, and a Smile to Die For. Honorable Mention in Mismatch Challenge.
Working salvage is the worst job for meeting people. We don full body environsuits, usually the clunkiest, oldest ones that could make a bodybuilder look like a sack of potatoes. What it does to ordinarily built people like myself is even worse.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFAabout a month ago in Fiction
57 Taylor Swift Quotes for Graduation: Shake It Off & Succeed
The pomp and circumstance have ended, the caps have flown, and suddenly, the vast, exciting, and slightly terrifying future stretches out before you. For graduates navigating this pivotal moment—whether entering the workforce, heading to grad school, or simply figuring out the next step—finding the right words to capture the emotion of the journey is crucial.
By Ann D. Burchabout a month ago in Fiction
The Course of True Love
For months I have admired you from afar. Across the office floor, I drink in every detail of you as if you are a rich red wine. I dream of the life we could have together. I picture our first date, the wedding that will follow, our house, even the children we will have. A boy and a girl, one for me and one for you.
By Sebastian Swiftabout a month ago in Fiction
A Dark and Stormy Night. Runner-Up in Mismatch Challenge.
It is a dark and stormy night as a group of five friends arrive at the steps of decrepit mansion. The place is practically falling apart, and the jock—smarter than he looks—says to the rest, “Dude! This place is wicked!”
By Mark Stoneabout a month ago in Fiction
Where The Forest Laughs
This is a supernatural American folk Horror about blood thirsty little creatures that bite. Two New York detectives follow the blood stained evidence of a murder case deep into American mythology, legend, folklore, and blood thirsty little creatures--THAT BITE!!!
By Edward Smithabout a month ago in Fiction
