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Ripar's Return to Earth (part 6)
When they woke up, they ate and went to assess the damage to their crops. It looked worse the day after the damage was done. There were tire tracks all over the land where their crops were. John wondered how the aliens were going to fix this mess.
By Robert Kegel5 years ago in Fiction
Heroes Will Rise
Obi ran as fast as he could, the satchel in his hand held tightly; the bottle within, heavy with its contents. He knew better than to take the Hauna Trail at this time of night, but when his grandfather got ill suddenly, he didn't put thought before action and left the hut in a hurry, to make it to Coney in time; theirs was the only apothecary that closed late. It was also the only one that would serve his kind fairly, and the only one that sold kroff and pear leaf tincture. Pear trees were rare in Flerus City, save for one farmer's plot on the outskirts of Coney Borough, where they grew in threes.
By Karilin Berrios5 years ago in Fiction
Duel on the Outskirts of the Void
A small ship rocketed forward at the edge of a vein highway not flown through in generations, dodging the refuse and wreckage that greeted its arrival. A sea of red dots glowed in the wreckage, followed by a barrage of laser blasts that the ship weaved through.
By Chiral A.M.5 years ago in Fiction
You were here once
I followed the wolf into the depths of the forest. We didn't make a sound as we trespassed sacred land. A place unknown by the physical realm. I was no longer sure of what was reality. I didn't care either. I no longer could hear or feel. The visions were clear within. I sat in a space empty of time and I began to unravel the ego and spirit. The fog began to form and close in upon us. That is when I heard you speak. Precision and focus pierced the soul as you spoke to me in vibration and energy. I know we are not alone but you left us here without a word. I felt you reopen the wound. You insisted I pay attention.
By Samuel Bitner5 years ago in Fiction
Marge's Requiem
If their bull terrier couldn’t leave him, neither could Marge. Teri remained curled up facing him, occasionally licking his hand, sniffing around his neck & head, or trying to nuzzle her way under his arm. Marge just held onto him, rubbing his back & side as though it might somehow restore his life, & letting her tears roll off her cheeks, drenching the bed.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock5 years ago in Fiction
An Interview with Scarlett Keene
One of the more dangerous aspects of being a reporter in the entertainment industry is dealing with celebrities who have a slight temper. Whether it is someone abruptly leaving an interview or someone shoving your microphone in a less than pleasant place, it is always a dangerous prospect to go up to someone with a negative reputation and ask for an interview. This in particular is why I had a feeling of trepidation when approaching a house in Newcrest last week.
By N.J. Folsom5 years ago in Fiction
The Maze of the Netherworld pt1
The Maze of the Netherworld pt.1 When I was around 8 years old my father, a warlock, was in the study reading out of his cursed tome. He was an arrogant man who thought he had everything under control, but summoning requires precision and patience. He would have my oldest brother George help him with his castings and alchemy.
By Matthew Mccahey5 years ago in Fiction
The Intern
Beneath endless blue skies littered with snow-white clouds, a sleepy little town with less than ten thousand people, known for being at the foothills of the Colorado gold rush, remained as quaint and unsullied as the vast countryside surrounding the town. Lancaster Colorado, listed as one of the most boring cities in the entire country, had its' charms and attracted hikers, sightseers, and travelers in search of a quiet mountainside getaway. There were nice restaurants by Colorado standards. A movie theater that occasionally got the newest summer movies--usually weeks after their actual release dates, and the town diner, three bars, and a dance hall served the social lives of the residents. The most excitement the town saw in a typical year would be the high school games on Friday night during football season. All in all, it was a boring town that did little to attract, or for that matter keep, the attention of the younger generation. It was a retirement town by every sense of the word.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Fiction
Observe
All of a sudden I'm taken aback, the young woman is no longer the barista I had just spoken to less than a minute ago. The young woman who's in front of me looks like she could be one of the barista's relatives; her mother or maybe sister. She has green eyes with hazel around the pupils, curly almost raven black hair shoulder length, with so many freckles covering her face, and full pouty lips. She's trying to tell me something, but there's no sound coming her. Then darkness engulfs her entirely.
By Lucy Torralba5 years ago in Fiction
