Series
Not easy to forget
Not easy to forget Kitti Marshal -1 Iqbal and Raji were going to India together even after the divorce. Iqbal was now staying with Satbir. Satbir came to drop them off at the airport. Raji had some ancestral property in India. He asked Iqbal to accompany him, and Iqbal agreed. After all, he was also associated with their daughter Meera. He didn't want Meera to think wrong about him. That is why he is always ready to help them.
By kuljit mann5 years ago in Fiction
The Box
"I told you it was going to rain, but no, we had to take this hike today." Lucas was completely over his best friends' constant need to keep moving and active 24/7. Sure, he loved going on adventures and being active but not every single day and especially not when on vacation. All he wanted to do on this rainy day was relax in their rental cottage with some hot chocolate with a book or a movie by that massive fireplace, but 'that's not what we are on vacation for' as Blake had so nicely put it. That's how the two found themselves stuck in an abandoned barn while a particularly bad storm hit.
By Tylor Jessica 5 years ago in Fiction
Living Dead Girl
Lark's blue Mustang sped down the street and onto the highway, heading Northeast. In the backseat was her duffel bag full of clothes, in the passenger seat sat Trey, and in the back of her mind, Gisele lingered. Trey seemed proud of himself as he packed his cigarettes and lit one.
By E. M. Otten5 years ago in Fiction
This Somber Road, My Last Companion
Let a spindly line of murky water drip onto a barren patch of prairie earth, watch it suck in the dust, and it'll look almost like an old highway forgotten by its masters - that's where our story begins, on a forsaken highway leading off to an unsettled horizon. Come down a little closer and the ants and bugs crawling around that sorry little trickle start to look like vehicles, mechanical workhorses trotting off toward that horizon on bald tires with the hot wind eking its way through cracks in the windshield. Go down further, and you'll start to see people - the masters of those machines, and others with only their two feet for guidance and a pair of good thumbs that maybe they can use to claim a ride for a little while. Each of those people has a story that's nothing less than his soul, and if you ask with a gentle tongue and levy a fair offer, he might just share it with you.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Fiction
Stargun Smuggler
Wasting no time after leaving Orion, Zoey made her way to the cockpit with haste initiating the take-off protocol; the engines came roaring to life. It was a lengthy process getting all the necessary components ready and working, along with countless fail-safe checks for safety. Once the spaceship's systems were fully operational, the craft shook violently as it slowly lifted off the ground with downward thrusters. Lurching forward immediately increasing in acceleration as the main drives took over the workload; from the landing/take-off engines. The spaceship moved through the sky faster than lightning.
By Fantasy Writer5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter one
I listen to the energy in the water. How it flows freely within this realm and through us all. I feel it everywhere I go. I see the fear within anger. I see the hope inside love. In this I find pieces of me. I find visions within imagination and failure. I feel faith like a promise. It all definite in silence.
By Samuel Bitner5 years ago in Fiction
The Marigold Scripture
Mara spent the evening on the patio in her back garden. She’d watched as the sun set over the ocean and took a moment to enjoy pure peace. After the strange events of the day, she wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with a good book until she fell asleep. It was all she needed.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Fiction
#2: Anthropolis One: The Never Clock
7:30am Jonah woke with a short gasp, eyes wide and staring. A bright dart of light came from a clear blue winter morning, lighting the wall of his room and the familiar wooden rafters of his grandfather’s sprawling ranch house. He blinked his eyes, to stave off the momentary ache of too much light all at once. A deep breath, and the shock of his dream began to fade quickly. Reality melting the dreamworld into the waking day like snowflakes landing on the surface of a hot coffee. All the fear, adrenaline, and anguish evaporating with such speed, as to make him laugh with relief. Jonah sat up and stretched, his laugh waking Daisy. Daisy was the oldest of the farm dogs and since Jonah was a toddler she treated Jonah as her personal charge. Daisy got up from her bed and shuffled across the polished expanse of hardwood, stopping mid-way for a dramatic dog-stretch. She gave her head a loud and jowly shake, before plopping her large wrinkled face on the edge of Jonah’s bed.
By Tobias D.H. Crichton5 years ago in Fiction
#4: Anthropolis One: The Never Clock
10:30 pm After his grandfather went off to bed, Jonah decided to connect with his friends online, logging into a fully virtual social zone. It was an activity that Jonah had neglected for several months as he’d become consumed with his grandfather’s research. He knew it was way past time to get back in touch now that Nathan was forcing him to branch out. Jonah opted for a larger version of his daily augmented reality glasses, a pair with much larger lenses that filled his complete periphery of vision, and more suitable to fully virtualized interfaces. Jonah settled into his chair as the social area snapped into focus around him. A bright day in a tropical setting, with sprawling red brick patios dappled in the shade of swaying palm trees.
By Tobias D.H. Crichton5 years ago in Fiction
Addi & Lane
“Now let me see you. Twirl!” Grandma Dorothy instructed. Addi turned slowly in a circle, holding out her arms. The dark purple dress had thin straps, ruching at her chest (she just learned what that meant), and the hem line came to the top of Addi’s knees. The color wasn’t her favorite, but it was the only dress she found with glitter that didn’t make her feel five years old. Addi loved the way the little silver specks caught the light. The sheer glitter overlay felt sophisticated and understated, as Grandma Dorothy explained. “Oh honey, you look beautiful!” Addi blushed, delicately feeling her hair. Following instructions in a magazine, she pulled it back in a French twist, leaving little sections on either side of her face to frame it.
By Lindsey Rocha5 years ago in Fiction
Old Barn
Now Henry Bear could hear the attack helicopter drawing near. He stood alone in the old barn with plans for his Hemp Satellite spread before him on an ancient table of coarse wood. The blue print could survive the dust and discarded hay, only he would not be able to live if the war machine spinning in the air outside got its way.
By Cyrus Emerson5 years ago in Fiction
