Series
Death Dreams Dire Wolves
Chapter One: Prologue The first thing men learned to fear in the night where the howling of wolves. It was the sound that the night made as men women and children fought against the cold and the uncertainty of sunrise in the days where only the hope of survival and a stone spear where the only things that kept the wolves away. Every so often the wolves would grow hungry, and neither the howling of the night or the chase of the wild could keep them from finding the curious needs in the questions kept in mans fire. Men and wolves where at war in these days, fighting for blood and survival against the forces growing in the dark, and the evils that sought to break them in their survival. Dark deeds where committed against both as gods and devils pointed them against each other and make dark deeds of their sins as they claimed more lost souls in the dark.
By Epitome Publishing4 years ago in Fiction
The Long Flight
Jason Hoot flies gracelessly through the sky, bruises adorn every non-covered part of his body, his clothes are raggedy. Dried blood has them sticking uncomfortably to his body. His large hawk-like wings jutting out of his back are ruffled and bent oddly as well. Through sheer force of will, Jason has been staying airborne to get away from his pursuers.
By Tyler C Douglas4 years ago in Fiction
The Ice Queen, Murder of a Manhattan Diva [Pt.1]
Legs-Legs, Legs for days is how I wanted to start this tale of woe and tragedy, as that is how I can best describe its heroine Dionte’ Sapphire. On the mean back streets of Manhattan in New York City, where the kind trade is done that doesn’t lead to some asshole stockbroker making another $3,000,000.00 commission but one where a young transgender woman, uses her newly acknowledged skill to please a ‘trick’. This is where this tale of boldness & barbarism, of love and desire managed to weave themselves a most unusual yet regular quilt of choices.
By Andrew Little4 years ago in Fiction
Keep Going
I had this dream once. It started out so odd, well, it became odd early on. But it began as a familiar reoccurring nightmare. Running through a dark forest, branches catching at my clothes, vines with thorns scratching at my face and all other exposed flesh. Trying to follow an obscure path that may not exist in a few places.
By Stranna Pearsa4 years ago in Fiction
The Intern-Chapter 3
Light rains beat against the limbs and leaves as Courtney's heart pounded in her ears. She had not run this way since training at the academy with Agent Morris. The daily runs were a pivotal part of the training regimen he put her through, getting her ready for the field someday if she decided to join the bureau. Since those days, Courtney went for a run nearly every day, keeping herself in the shape she got into during her time studying under his tutelage. Normally, it was a cathartic experience. She could take off in any direction, let herself go for the moment, and escape from the noise and chaos that was her world.
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Fiction
The Lone Wolf Discovers A Friend
Karissa rounded the corner, on the prowl for a quiet space to salvage the nightmare that was elementary school recess. Kids weren’t inherently bad… It’s just… the others were so, so… loud. She wrinkled her nose. Granted, she was a kid, herself, but she didn’t fit in with them. A frown marred her face as Karissa considered the “popular” kids. She scoffed at the thought. They all proclaimed to be “swimming in friends,” but those kids weren’t truly “friends” with anyone. Sweet to your face, but the instant you were gone, they’d trash-talk you like no other. From the shadows she’d seen it happen to all the “supposed friends.” Karissa huffed in disgust. If that’s what “friendship” was, she wanted no part of it. It was a waste. It was distasteful. It was so fake. Ugh. She couldn’t believe she was the same age, let alone the same species, as them. Finding a secluded spot to peacefully read instead was infinitely better. The other kids’ antics and schemes gave her a headache.
By Jessica C.4 years ago in Fiction
To the Temple and Back again
In a desolate world, the only thing surviving is a woman, alone, with a home built over the dry earth. She has the same routine every day, starting when the moon sets, she goes out to forage. Her diet is slightly different from most humans; instead of meats or vegetables, she needs blood. She'll come home just an hour before sunrise discovering the same thing as the last 55,480 days: nothing but her, starving, dehydrated, and miles upon miles of cracked, bone-dry dirt.
By Emrys Everette 4 years ago in Fiction
To the Temple and Back Again
Due to his new choice in company Demo and Erin travel under the light of the moon. Being asleep, one might forget just how alive the world can still be; the flittering of bats, the hooting of owls, and the rustling of creatures in the bushes on this particular night. Aristodemo could see how this put Erin on edge, so he took this opportunity to flaunt a bit of his power.
By Emrys Everette 4 years ago in Fiction
