*** If you suddenly found that your world had turned upside-down and what you thought that you had was no more by the actions of another, what would you do? More to the point of this, what would you do if you only knew that you had to move ahead, rather than be alone in a land where you know absolutely no one? How about if that land was largely unpopulate...
"DEATH AND MIRACLES" EDITED BY: Miriam Belle CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Simply_Cyn AUTHORS NOTE: "It would really help if you read the previous chapters before reading this one for the sake of clarity." *** Michael slowly opened his eyes to an unfocused world. His head ached under a dull, forceful throb. He sat up, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his...
[My readers know the drill hahaha. Italicized speech preceded with an asterisk denotes subtitled speech.] It had been several months since Randy Cho left his apartment in New Innsmouth Beach. His landlady understood the reason he gave: that his family needed him to help support the household. That reason wasn't a lie, for he knew that, since his grandfather...
Author's Note: FINALLY! The last chapter. It took long enough. Thanks for hanging around and being so patient. You guys rock my world! Sienna H. ******** Eight years ago; Surrey, England: "Dammit, Derek I just tripped over another one of these stupid things!" Sixteen-year-old Derek smiled slyly at his older brother, who was currently glaring in his dire...
USUAL REMINDER: This is a long chapter, but it's only one part of a much longer story. If you're just looking for a helping hand, Chapter 2 is good for that. (IMO) NOTE:"Egorri" is a common name for St. George. Russian folklore often links St. George with tales of wild animals. ALSO: Please be aware this is only a 3rd draft of this chapter. You guys don't...
"Are you having second thoughts," He whispered. Claris Jack shook her head slowly, swallowing the dry knot forming in her throat, hoping he wouldn't notice her nervousness. Her hand found the cool glass of peach vodka on a large chest, draining the contents quickly. She set the glass down. He chuckle echo from the shadows of the room. "If you don't want t...
In the morning, it was all Cassia could do to drag her ass out of bed and walk to the garage. She unlocked the front doors, her eyes still squinty with sleep. As she meandered through the garage, bumping into an SUV in the middle bay, she hoped someone had bought coffee this week. She reached the office and flicked the lights on, seeking out the coffee make...
_(*(*(-)*)*)_ I smacked myself in the head for what seemed like the fiftieth time today. Way to go asshole. I glanced at my watch. Gavin would be here any minute, and I was no closer to figuring out what to do than I was when he dropped me off this morning. The amount of work I had to do and the fact that I didn't sleep last night (sigh) kept my brain foggy...
My name is Babbita. I am not the subject of observation. However, I have become part of it. I have gone native so to speak. So you must know me. My inclination has first manifested itself at age seven. I was hiding under a corner bench of a banquet. The grown ups minded their own wedding celebration business and did not pay attention to us kids, especially,...
Author's Note: Writer's block is the worst. But unfortunately, it happens. Thank you SO much for all the replies when I asked for help! I was taken aback by how many of you responded. Also, your ideas were wonderful, and I'm of the opinion that some of you should write your own stories. They'd be grand and I'd be a reader for sure. Writing action scenes i...