Series
He Watches Me
“Sweetheart, can you grab that last box off the U-Haul and take it to the kitchen for me?” I was the sweetheart she was talking about. Sixteen-year-old Keinali Lynn Jackson. I was an only child, but at times wished I had siblings to interact with. I have jet black hair that flows like a pony’s tail down to the base of my narrow shoulders. I consider myself a petite, bi-racial teenager that embodies characteristics from each of my parents. I also happen to be a little on the short side measuring at 5’4”. As I went back out to the truck to retrieve the box mommy asked me for, I happened to catch a glimpse of a body-shaped figure through the side mirrors.
By Kimberly Pharrams4 years ago in Fiction
Boomerang of Happiness - 4
Anna's parents were happy she was spending so much time with Alex. Since Anna was single, she still lived with them. She was the only child; her father still called her “my doll” and spoiled her like she was a little girl. By the time Anna met Alex, her father rose high up in the party ranks and was the deputy Communist Party chief for the entire station. “Big Party shot,” everyone called him. He couldn’t wait for Anna to get married and give him some grandchildren. When Anna told her parents she was dating Alex, the famed engineer with a brilliant future in store for him, Anna’s father couldn’t be happier. Once in awhile, he would ask Anna how things between her and Alex were going, and when she invariably said “fine,” he was quite satisfied.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Fiction
Day of the Dragon: The Winemaker's Casket
A piece of a five-part non-chronological series centred around the day of the dragon. __________________ The last person who heard his voice calling for help disappeared a while ago. Henri doesn't understand what happened to the man. Maybe he died trying to move the rubble from the cellar door to free him. Maybe his body is just another weight atop the door.
By Eloise Robertson 4 years ago in Fiction
The Never Ending End Chapter 1
Chapter One Starts a Brutal Adventure Why am I here again? Oh right just to find a pot of gold at the end of a flipping rainbow! Grr, I can't hold it in any longer! this trip- ugh this “Adventure” has been nothing but trouble! Let me explain to you how I got into this pitiful mess.
By Clyde Swob4 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 36
My mind is a mess with thoughts. None of this makes sense. Tucker leaving, taking Millie, abandoning me in a foreign country. And now this. If they weren’t with me that day at the airport, where were they? I try and think back. Had Tucker stepped away to go to the bathroom? Did he take Millie to change her diaper? I remember he did that before we boarded the plane back home. But did he slip away again on this end?
By Megan Clancy4 years ago in Fiction
Radio Silence - Part 12
“Now this is more like it,” Joe said out loud, though quietly. He glanced quickly into a field, and then away again. It wasn’t something he wanted to have etched in his memory, but he could tell, even from the quick look, that the large pile in the middle of the field was bodies. Bodies that had, thankfully, been burned into something only vaguely recognizable as human. “This is what I thought it would be like. The end of the world. The apocalypse. It would be me, and…well, just me. Me and cars that are full of people still, even now.” He shuddered. “People that died as they were driving.” He said, as if he were explaining the situation to someone else that had no idea. He gave a wide berth to just such a car that had swerved off the edge of the road into the wide ditch at the side that bordered the wood and barbed wire fence that surrounded the dry, dead grass field. The back end of the car was sticking up in the air, its wheels off the ground. He was about to snake around the trunk when a thought occurred to him and he stopped. He pounded the trunk with a fist and then tried to pull it open. He grunted. It didn’t budge.
By Caitlin McColl4 years ago in Fiction
CHAPTER 19 (pt 1)
It was a three mile walk back to the farm; Claire left shortly after four in the afternoon, hoping to keep up with the last of the day’s light. I should’ve taken the horse and wagon, that’s what I should’ve done, she told herself, switching hands as the handles of the cloth bag she was carrying cut the circulation off, turning her fingers blue. The knives became heavier as she carried them, but it was never any bother as far as she was concerned. I’d rather be weighed down with the knives, than a dust rag, she told herself. Life for women in this day and age didn’t leave one with a lot of options, she knew, and being a cook in one of the big Manor houses was the best a woman could hope for.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
