Series

Day 1 "Of Mice and Men"
ACT I CHLOE and DAVID wait by the mailbox for their carpool to arrive and bring them to their first day of High School at Northern Oak Public. David looks a bit shaken by Chloe’s edgy hairstyle and change of fashion. He glances over and she makes eye contact.
By Kyle Major5 years ago in Fiction
The Convent Affair
Trapped in a convent for girls in Southern Ireland in-the-midst of World War Two where the abuse of the nuns and the carnage I endured had weighed on my thin bony shoulders. The foul whipping was nothing compared to what came next. I was finishing up my cleaning chores when I heard screaming. It was raining heavily. I squinted as I tried to see through a window. The rain hit the glass, smearing it with condensation. I heard a screeching yell. I picked up the candle and opened the heavy black steel door. I peered outside. Quietness greeted me except for the prattling of the rain hitting the ground. I shivered as cold wetness fell onto my face. I wanted to see what was going on so I grabbed some black wellingtons that belonged to the nuns and fetched a torch.
By Denise Larkin5 years ago in Fiction
Given Life
My dearest love, It is with great regret that I write this missive. I have lived longer already than I ever expected to.
By Saint St.James5 years ago in Fiction
Kandy
Sweets were most children and teenagers favorite to eat. No matter the season or time of day in Glow Valle young folks walked around town with something sweet in their mouth, hands or lunch pales. Hutch was no different; his beloved choice was chocolate cake. Like many minors in Glow Valle he visited Kandy Gal on a regular basis.
By Maunalokelani Kirkwood5 years ago in Fiction
CYCLE II
In a white lab secluded from the outside world, a teenage African-American girl spends her days alone. Countless hours without a moment's rest, her days seamlessly overlap. The quiet stillness in the air would have anyone mad, but not her as she is determined—driven, like someone with the weight of the world on their shoulders. Her name tag reads, "Dr. Julia Torquinn."
By A. W. Knowland5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 28
I pull up to the address and look out my window at what is decidedly not a luxury apartment complex. The entire block is covered in the concrete blocks of a mega storage facility. This can’t be the right place. Did Beth get the address wrong? Did I read her writing correctly? I change a few of the more illegible letters of the street name on my phone but come up with nothing in the area. This has to be the right street. And there is nothing else on it but industrial buildings. But I’m not willing to let go of this possible lead. Tucker could still have come here. Someone might know something. I park the car just outside the front gate and head towards the small shopfront with the word ‘Sales Office’ stenciled in large block letters above the window.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
Theoracism
Vala Valdez, EdD, paced the front of the room. “It has come to my attention that some teachers have gone rogue, probably students, too. We have to reprogram them so they know this method is the only morally acceptable one.”
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Fiction
Best Served Cold
I opened my eyes. The wind was so cold that it stung. It was a full blown blizzard out here, wherever here was. I trembled uncontrollably. I held my arms close to my body and tried rubbing them to give me warmth, but this only offered the most temporary of comforts.
By Saint St.James5 years ago in Fiction
The Forever Land Chapter 3
What time is it? Where am I? All I can hear is the labored breathing of my lungs and the stiffness in all the muscles of my body. Why can't I breath properly? I hear the beeping of the heart monitor, but I don't recall being brought to the hospital. It's quite a feat to open up my eyes. I feel better having them closed. Still, I need to see where I am. They flutter open briefly, but close once again. It takes up too much energy. I finally gain enough strength to open up my eyes.
By Kacey Lovesick5 years ago in Fiction
Fantastical Magick
A Whole New World The wind blows hard through the summer grass; the high city buildings and rushing traffic begin making their sounds of the day. Loud honks of impatient cars, shouts of people trying to catch the buses and ringing church bells echo through the small apartment Gina Mills calls home. Her mother bangs pans against each other on the stove as she rushes to create some mystery breakfast from whatever was in the fridge.
By Shiny5 years ago in Fiction
Vessels (Part Two)
A quiet, worried, busy week passed while Jeshed cared for the girl. The storage room slowly turned into a proper bedroom around her. First to be swapped out was the sad cot with a decent bed. A bedside table was next to be added, so that he might leave water for her to drink whenever she was ready. A few days later, he found a papyrus illustration of some happy animals in a sunny field. He felt it would add some color to her room and perhaps give her good dreams so up it went on the wall. While in the market, he purchased a cotton cow doll and when he lay it next to her, he thought he saw a smile on her face as she slept.
By Rachael Dunn5 years ago in Fiction
Viking's Funeral
That damned asshole caw bird is screaming again as I gingerly step into the shifting sand. Cicadas buzz, uncaring as well. The rocks of the lake bed are slippery, so I test my weight with each step. The water’s warmer than I expected. Because the morning mountain air is cool, I expect the water to be freezing. It isn’t. It feels good.
By Michelle Blackerby5 years ago in Fiction