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Order of the Heart. III
Andrew slowly turned the ladle in the pot. He sniffed the aroma of the sauce as it slowly grew to perfection. It might seem that the entire world was aflame, the end times might be upon everyone, but the pasta sauce Andrew created must always be the very best. He still remembered his restaurant on Oak and Broadway in Vancouver. During the Winter Olympics of 2010, people from around the globe lined up for his pasta and creative toasted slices of bread.
By Bruce Curle `5 years ago in Fiction
The Gift's of Grandparent's By: Danyel Fields
After a long summer staying with his grandpa and grandma helping them on the family farm. Grandpa raised a question to Alex if he was willing to stay with them and help out on the farm and take it over once they passed away. Before the weekend was over he gave them his answer and he hold them yes that he was more than happy to come and live with them.
By Danyel Fields5 years ago in Fiction
Numididae
There’s a golden glow when the girl awakes, the spread of iridescence as the sun rises in the early morning. Her hands chill as she pulls the slice of chocolate cake out of the fridge box, the swirls of frosting peaked at glistening on top. When she bought it it had smelled rich like cocoa but it has chilled to a dead cold scent of refrigerator. She hunts through the large drawer by the sink and finds a fork with a heavy handle, reminds her of her grandmother’s good silver but she’s pretty sure that was sold a long time ago. The farm house belonged to the old woman originally and the girl was the only one interested in upkeep it when she passed. Her siblings had trawled the entire house, crawling through for any scrap of value and leaving her with a wooden shell. It was an overwhelming task initially but she started with a floral wall paper in the main room and continued building it back into a liveable state and now her only complaint is the draft that creeps in on cooler mornings.
By Arwyn Sherman5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate Cake, Girl Talk, and Mysterious Packages
As soon as I walked in, the smell of coffee and sweets took over my senses. A nice slice of chocolate cake caught my eye and I knew that's exactly what I wanted. As I walked up to the counter to order, a familiar red-head popped up from behind the counter; “Lily!?...”
By K.J.George5 years ago in Fiction
Ripar returns to Earth (Part 2)
A few hours later, Ripar and his comrades were doing scans on the ship of nearby land and settlements when they heard the barn door open. Mike and John returned with food. They had fried chicken, corn, potato salad, green beans, and chocolate cake. Upon entering the aliens smelled the food and they liked the scent that was coming from it. Ripar told them of human food and that it was tasty, what they ate at home was bland and they never ate meat, but neither had Ripar. He was debating on whether he wanted to try it, but eating something that was alive just seemed wrong...even though it smelled really good.
By Robert Kegel5 years ago in Fiction
Feed the Wolves
Tonight, my heartsore sister, we must remember to feed the wolves. Bitter and sick of starvation, they will hunt us like the earth ravaged its reckless. Un-name your rabbits. Thank them for comfort in the bleak and fortune of their swift feet. Each night endured requires sacrifice—this is yours. We, the restless, must learn to release ourselves from solace. Turbulence will haunt you long after day breaks. I will be here to soothe the pain.
By Sam Eliza Green5 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon's Captive
The solution slowly dripped into a beaker from the filtration apparatus. When at last the filtration reached completion, Illior carefully added a few drops of juice from nightshade berries and one drop of primrose essence to dampen the toxins. It was lucky the king trusted him so completely. Illior need only ask and whatever he needed was given him. All he had to say was that it was for his research to cure the ailing princess. After all, he had been the one to save the queen when she came down with Dragon Fever after her rescue. He had cast a spell to make an appeal on the queen’s behalf. The great dragon Kaen had removed his mark from the queen but Illior must obtain a replacement for him. Upon the princess’ birth, Kaen laid claim to her. He sent a scorching wind to the castle to place his mark upon her heart. The mark would make her ill unless she was in his lair. Not even Phredatope tears could reverse a dragon’s claim. The king beseeched Illior to save his daughter as he had the queen, but upon agreeing to Kaen’s terms Illior had become a servant to the beast, unable to break their agreement on penalty of death for not only him but his entire family. If ever he considered betraying the dragon, his chest would burn as though his heart were burning.
By Antonia Mele5 years ago in Fiction
Battle of the Bloodline
I woke up lying flat on my back in a bed of wet powder, my eyes still fluttering from the bright daylight. The tips of the iced over trees seemed to touch the cloudless, blue sky. At first, I had no worry of the moment as I listened to the bird’s chirp and fly over my face, then I wondered. Where am I? I wasn’t in the coffee shop anymore. The weird guy I was talking to wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Bolting to a sitting position, something about these surroundings were familiar, as if from a dream.
By Sara Aulds5 years ago in Fiction
Mortimer and his “Friend” Nick
Mortimer was constantly busy with his job. It was a never-ending job that only he could accomplish, but he didn’t mind. He wasn’t going to let some idiot handle souls and send them off to the various Afterlifes all willy-nilly. Even if he got constant migraines from the endless paper work of having to approve the transfer and shipping of souls to their rightful destinations and having not so helpful assistants, it was still his job. In private, Mortimer still thinks he got the short end of the stick when it came to duties. His older brother, Larry, got to create things and give them life while Mortimer had to deal with their souls and catalogue, organize, and arrange where they would go. Definitely unfair. Especially with some of the shit Larry would come up with. Why would the primordial being of Life decide to make a platypus? Mortimer was afraid to ask.
By Kaitlyn Salcido5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 27
I need coffee, and not the stuff offered in the small kitchen nook by reception. I’m pretty sure the instant packets there haven’t been replenished in years and I’m certain Duke does not go out of his way to clean the pot marked ‘Hot Water’. And it’s really just lukewarm. I decide to drag myself into town to get a decent fix at the coffee shop before heading to the police department for my ritual check-in.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
