Series
Beyond the Wall
The bald crow cried thrice to signal the Sun’s altering hue. Prin gazed at the now pale green orb and sighed. Pulling her scarf tighter around her face, she slid from the bar and vaulted over the crumbling wall into the street. The Traveller’s sign creaked a final farewell to her as she trudged towards home. The growing breeze carried forgotten waste down the road, swirling and dancing along the pavement, an imitation of life that had long since ceased. Due to it’s immediate proximity to the wall, the small village had been one of the first to be stripped bare and had thus been rather peaceful of late. Prin stuck to the path and turned right from Main Street along Chestnut Grove, the only chestnut in sight a small, worn etching on the side of dustbin. She gazed with longing at the dark alleyway which connected Chestnut to Rose Way but continued without altering her course. Without rules, we are no better than them. Rick’s voice, carved into her memory. She walked all the way to the end of Chestnut, took a left and weaved through the mess of houses, sticking to the cover of shadows as she moved. Passed Boundary Gardens, passed Cherry Tree Lane, passed Acacia Avenue and finally passed Rose Way, where she quickened her pace. Beyond Rose Way, a barren wasteland, the white wall looming in the distance. Her feet knew the way, they followed the path that they themselves had grooved into the sandy earth.
By Bethanie Clark5 years ago in Fiction
Flip Surge
The walls of the earth around her felt like they were swallowing her whole. Barely a shoulder width between her and the sides of the clay walls that seemed to stretch for miles, Mia could hardly breathe as she descended further and further into the earth as quickly as her arms and legs would allow her to. The last light of daylight was barely visable through the thick thatch covering of the safe haven. Finally after reaching the bottom of the ladder she stood in the darkening corridor, still trying to catch her breath.
By Kayla Fridrich5 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of Atlantis
A Note from the Author For many generations the idea, the myth, the story of the lost city of Atlantis has inspired expeditions, tales, and imaginations all over the world. Over years the myth has grown from a city whose military might was challenged only by the ancient Athenians; to a super advanced civilization whose technological prowess would be comparable, if not superior to even our modern industrial world. The idea that a group of humans could have long ago developed many of the technology and things we take for granted today, is quite possibly what has allowed this myth to continue growing and permeate popular culture.
By Rich Eakins5 years ago in Fiction
The Ramarkable Mind of Doctor Rockit
Part 2. 18th Birthday School finished, I made sure to run quickly to a spot I chose a few days before. It was on the outskirts of the town’s graveyard. I don’t know why but I was aiming for the graveyard but while walking back from the graveyard I came across a tree where three trunks intertwined creating a rambunctious and gargantuan tree of mystical sorts. I honestly at the time didn’t know why I chose there though. Remember at this point in my magic endeavours I was still feeling that magic was more a show and illusion than actual magic. I wanted to believe but so many things in society told me magic was a fake thing created for children. I still wasn’t sure where I stood on this.
By Jason Bond5 years ago in Fiction
Summer Falls
Other Glassview High students pushed past me as the final bell rang. Everyone was always thrilled about the last day of school and to start their summer vacation. Why was I getting trampled? Because I hate summer and I was in no hurry to sprint toward it. The best part? My name IS Summer.
By Kenzie Bishop5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 21
It’s another day and nothing. No Millie. No Tucker. No reports of anyone seeing them or knowing anything about where they might be. How can someone just disappear like that? I have already called the police station twice. Both times I reach Officer Michaels. Both times, he tells me the same thing. “We’re working on it.”
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
Living Dead Girl
We are not crazy. You want to know how we know that? About a billion tests, a year of daily counseling, at least twenty rounds of various neuropsychological procedures, and constant psychiatric evaluations. But it gets worse, my friend. On the more barbaric end of the spectrum, these bastards took to insulin shock therapy and electroconvulsive therapy to try and treat our apparent schizophrenia. Idiots. We told them it wasn't schizophrenia. We told them we weren't insane. But they didn't believe us. Probably because we speak from the same mouth. Anyway, we're just glad they didn't end up resorting to a fucking lobotomy. That would have totally sucked.
By E. M. Otten5 years ago in Fiction
CYCLE
Humanity lost the ability of childbearing, a gift granted to all life on this planet. Cursed with eternal reincarnation, we roam the world in different shells. Those who died returned, emerging from random bodies of water. Always the age of ten, and always as someone else. With memories still intact, we continue to live life with infinite second chances.
By A. W. Knowland5 years ago in Fiction
