Series
The Ultimate Warrior: The Beginning
Prologue My name is Desmond Cordell Montgomery. I was born on December 28, 1997. When I turned two years old, I gained amazing powers and skills. I had powers that you could only dream of having, and incredible skills, some that would take many, many years to master. I saved the world from monsters, creatures, and bosses and protected people from any problem even death. Yes, death! I stopped people from dying from anything besides natural cases, and only if they haven’t been dead for no more than twenty-four hours. I stayed awake 24/7 most of the time making sure the world and people were safe from danger, and I also went to school to make friends and have somewhat of a normal life. Now some of you are probably wondering how I could do that. Well, I have the power to clone myself and my clone sleeps for me or takes my place at school whenever there was trouble, so when I absorb my clone I gain the energy he got while resting and the memories my clone collected at school. The leaders of the monsters I fought during my first adventure was Charger, a tall, muscular, power-crazy middle-aged man (kind of looked like Electro from Spider-Man) who had the power of electricity like me did and could also absorb light to get stronger, and Swamp Monster, a green, swampy, kind of solid gelatin-like squid monster who had the power of the swamp, regeneration, and the power to absorb the energy for whatever he ate. This is my story.
By Desmond Montgomery5 years ago in Fiction
Violets in bloom
Anthony Lévesque had gown up in the small town of Silver Lake. He loved that the great outdoors were only a few steps away. As a child, he had loved going fishing and swimming in one of the small bays of Silver Lake. He loved playing in the woods with his friends and having campfires on the beach with his family.
By Madeleine LQ5 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Logan van Zant: CH III
Pigeons fly in haste as the Fiat slams to a halt on Patision Street. Logan’s knuckles are white from gripping the door handle. He looks at Aurora from the passenger seat; she looks back at him with a smile, “What’s the look for?”she asks.
By Jericho Osborne5 years ago in Fiction
The last Marigold of the summer
Violet hadn’t been back in Silver Lake since she had graduated from university. She had moved to Montreal for work and hadn’t looked back, until now. Violet took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air that smelled of pine. It brought back so many memories at once, but also a sadness that always seemed to surround the memories of her childhood. Violet had lost her mother when she was only 7 years old and her father had passed when she was starting high school. Her sister, Marigold, who was five years older, then became her guardian until Vi turned 18. Even through all the trials of her young life, she still kept some treasured memories of her childhood. She was also still very close to her sister, talking to her on the phone every day.
By Madeleine LQ5 years ago in Fiction
Theoracism
On the table, Todd Thomason laid out his plan. “Now, what you told me, Myson, is true. I know you wouldn’t lie. That form I signed off on was all about teachers fighting a Board wishing to control you kids and force you to accept as truth some theory that goes against education.”
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Fiction
Bootleggers' Legacy
Elisha took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his brow with a grubby handkerchief. The sun was high overhead, and the early October heat was as stifling as it had been in August. It had been a productive morning. Pieces of the old fort now lay neatly stacked at the edge of the little clearing, and atop the small rise where it had once stood was a clean, bare spot. Elisha dropped the head of his sledgehammer to the ground and leaned on its handle, surveying the results of his work with a look of satisfaction. He and George had spent a lot of time here, as boys. Many a deer, squirrel, and rabbit had landed in stew pots as a result of their time in these woods.
By Dawn Harper5 years ago in Fiction
Orakne's Discovery - Part I
The sky was totally clear. No evidence of clouds, for they did not exist anymore. The air was boiling. It was 85 degrees Celsius. The ground was barren. Nothing was in it but rocks and soil. It was a place renounced by living creatures. Nothing was animated. It was a remote point. There was total silence that was deafening. The sun could burn humans who had lived five millennia ago. The place was planet Earth. Destructed… ruined… and lifeless.
By M.G. Maderazo5 years ago in Fiction
