Series
Beauty in a Hurricane
A soft breeze cuts through the hot, humid air, and the garden bows and shakes, its bright, beautiful colors looking more radiant than ever against the rapidly darkening sky. These flowers thrive beneath the Sun's warm gaze, but they positively mesmerize when kissed by the soft breath of a waking storm. Never are they more beautiful than when faced with ultimate finality.
By Kai K Colby5 years ago in Fiction
La Angel, Constanza
Las caléndulas bailaron en el crespucúlo as the breeze trickled through their bosoms. Seas of naranja y amarilla poured over the lush sierras verdes. They blurred like paint strokes on a canvas, whispering a silent story that most would never hear. Harmonious with the dirt, the trees, and the waters, they praised that this was paradiso. Esta es la tierra de dios.
By Carissa Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Finding Time to Smell the Flowers
I found myself moving through more mountainous terrain. The Ozarks, I guessed. Didn’t know for sure. Blue and I had settled pretty quickly into something like routine. We’d camp a few days or more in places where game was plentiful. I’d smoke some of the meat to keep, and trade the rest.
By LeeAnna Tatum5 years ago in Fiction
The Legendary Werewolf Warriors
Prologue Late one Halloween night, in the rural area of Madison, Wisconsin, sixteen-year-old Zane was relaxing at his house. Zane was a 6’5 white male that had been very muscular ever since he hit puberty. He was average good-looking with blackish-brown hair and red eyes. Zane and his family lived out in the country parts of Madison, where the area was surrounded by open fields and woods. Their house was small with two floors to fit him, his parents, and his two siblings (Morgan and Zack). Zane was home alone handing out candy to the trick-or-treaters while the rest of his family was out. He had just given out his last piece of candy and decided to turn off the porch lights and settle in by watching the Monday night football game. At least until his girlfriend, Hannah arrived to hang out with him. Halfway through the game, however, the doorbell rang.
By Desmond Montgomery5 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Reasons
Joree had been expecting the summons from Master Hobar. It actually came later that he’d anticipated, nearly three days since the Power Duels. Hobar’s class had been rather awkward since Joree’s ‘victory’, as no one was quite sure what to make of the outcome. They seemed unsure if it counted or not, and Joree could sympathize.
By Kristen Slade5 years ago in Fiction
It Was The Perfect Day For a Funeral
(This is the fourth installment of the My Alternates series. If you haven't already, read the first here.) Phoebe held the bouquet of marigolds tight between her fingers. She pinched at the stiff fabric of her slacks and shifted the hem of her blouse. Her shoulders ached from the tension in her neck. Her eyes didn’t lift from the trampled grass at her feet.
By L. J. Knight 5 years ago in Fiction
