Fiction
Burn the world
She screamed. The scene was unfolding, just like every nightmare and she was powerless. Digging her toes into the ground she lunged forward against the hands wrapped around her arms. They broke, or maybe they let go because they knew she was too late. Too late to save him. He broke the clearing and she screamed again. Running as fast as fairy wings could carry her. Jared locked eyes with her and he could see her pleading, “please god no.” But he was steel resolve, all cold, all calculating. They collided as thunder cracked, his arms wrapping around her. Hot lead seared into her side, into her shoulder, crack, crack, crack again. The bullets burnt lines through the air. Her body collapsed. She could feel warm blood spreading down her back. He growled, defiantly gently laying her to the side. He reached his will out toward the thunder and ripped metal and tore flesh. The smell of blood filled him as he reached to the left side. Bullets thundered from the surrounding troops, she watched them hit, hit, hit, hit, 4 maybe 5. He went down on one knee but his will remained unbroken. Soldiers screamed as their weaponry broke, and shrapnel tore flesh and shattered bone. But there were too many. Already the ranks reformed in front of them, the wounded and dying stepped on by the second group. They leveled off weaponry and fired. Jared ripped the right column of men apart, but his body jerked. Even his advanced healing rate could only cover so much damage. Blood was soaking through his shirt.
By Maili Paul7 days ago in Chapters
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The rain in Glenhaven didn’t just fall; it wept. It was a thick, shimmering precipitation that tasted faintly of ozone and old regrets. I watched it from my office window, the neon sign of the Wyvern’s Tail Tavern across the street flickering in a rhythmic, sickly purple. Every time the light hit a puddle, it sent a ripple of violet through the grime of the street. It was the kind of city where even the puddles felt like they were hiding something.
By Sai Marie Johnson8 days ago in Chapters
Chapter ? - Charles (Anne)
There it was. He was trembling with fear at what he might find inside. The sun was beginning to set, and he didn’t see the telltale glow of candles in any of the windows — but then again, if they were smart, there wouldn’t be. And he knew without a doubt that Anne was smart. Charles also saw that the windows looked intact, and with the curtains closed he could make out that someone had screwed plywood up against them as well. Smart.
By Chris Santiago9 days ago in Chapters
Chapter 3 - Charles
As his truck lumbered down the gravel path, Charles watched the home he’d shared with Katherine for over a decade dwindle in the rearview mirror, swallowed quickly by the pines and other trees that enveloped the winding path leading down the mountain and away from their secluded sanctuary. As he rumbled down the glorified driveway, he could hear the sounds of work echoing through the forest surrounding their mountaintop home.
By Chris Santiago9 days ago in Chapters
Firebug: Chapter 18 - Others
When Theo opened his eyes, he found himself staring at a speckled white drop-ceiling. The air smelled strange: a mixture of strong chemical cleaners, layered on top of the faint yet distinct odors of blood and human excrement. A soft, incessant beeping to his left broke the shaky hold that sleep still had on him, drawing his attention to the source: a sturdy, chrome pole, with a clear plastic bag of fluid hanging off it. The latter of which was connected to his arm via the thinnest tube.
By Natalie Gray10 days ago in Chapters
