Series

Burying the Plague
Death is no stranger to me. To the few that remain after The Noxious Plague decimated the world’s population, Death has been an unwelcome friend.
By S. M. Risdon5 years ago in Fiction
From the Ashes
“I still believe in love,” The face shield of my gas mask was covered in scratches, rendered almost useless from the ash, when I found that abandoned convenience store. The thin man had been inside, hacking whatever dry phlegm he could clear from his lungs into a “Let It Burn” t-shirt he seemed to have found in the store.
By Nancy Gwillym5 years ago in Fiction
Who was Uncle Ranny?
"We are who we are, and that's all we'll ever be." That's what Ronald Baker use to say. Back then, I didn't know much about him, except that we kids called him Uncle Ranny.
By Tahirah Williams5 years ago in Fiction
Unrequited
There is nothing sadder than tricking yourself into believing something that isn't real and I did just that for the past three years. I let him fill my head with stories of his life that made me feel like I was the closest person he had.
By Lewinski Lopez5 years ago in Fiction
Feral
Attemping my first book. Will add new drafts as i add to it! Let me know what you think! Chapters 1-4ish -Feral- Prologue-200 year ago.
By Christa Soco5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 18
They are gone. My husband is gone and he took my daughter. He left me and took her with him. He took her. He took her. I am repeating it over and over and apparently not just in my head. I can hear my voice echoing in the room as Ruth walks me to one of the chairs by the window, trying to calm me.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
The Hearts Call
"I want you to hold this," she says to me, suitcase in hand. She put her hand on my cheek, looked me in the eye, and said, "hold onto this, to keep you safe while I'm gone."
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Fiction
Serenity
“What am I supposed to know? What do you need to give me?” “Serenity.” Throughout the week following the reiki was… interesting. I tried to meditate, but I struggled to find the peace I needed.
By Em Short5 years ago in Fiction
Theoracism
The class looked at their tablets. Four numbers in bold, stark white appeared together like apparitions floating across the black backgrounds: 1619.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Fiction
Serialized Storytelling
I have always loved reading. From a young age, I would spend countless hours buried underneath a blanket with some sort of novel in my hand. From fantasy to nonfiction, I fell in love with each one. One of the genres that I was not much of a fan of growing up was comic books. Though I loved drawing, comics seemed like a cop-out to me. Rather than allowing your imagination to run wild, I felt constricted by the artist's interpretations of the characters I knew and loved so much. But, as people grow, so does their understanding of the world, and it was in the smallest moment that I fell in love with comic books.
By Robin Laurinec5 years ago in Fiction
Poems and Prose
- Imagine - *** Imagine a man with a cadaverous visage jittering and clocking to a self-imagined rhythm and beat before swaying to the concrete, slackened jaw, tongue out, eyes rolled back.
By CynicalPepper5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 17
After an hour in the First Aid Clinic, I am finally allowed to leave. Dr. Strange is still a bit concerned about a concussion and sends me off with stern warning that if my head ache increases at all, or I feel dizzy or faint, I am to go to the hospital immediately. My arm is in a sling and the pain is still exceeding the pain killers that the German nurse gave me, but I don’t care. I have to get back to my family. I still can’t reach Tucker on his mobile. I try to assure myself that it’s probably just dead again. He must have left his charger back in the room. He is probably very worried about where I am.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction