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Kylia and the House of the Veil
First Arc - The House of the Veil Chapter 1 - A Girl The first thing I noticed was different was the warmth on my skin. The second thing was the sound of birds chirping. As for the third, it was the sound that woke me from sleep. I heard the light knocking again and finally opened my eyes.
By Lydia Booker5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 24
When I was little, I loved New Year’s Eve. We would always go to my aunt’s house to celebrate. She lived in a cabin next to a lake in Minnesota and I loved going there. On New Year’s, it was always freezing, but the adults would sit outside on the deck and watch the massive fireworks show that the town put on. It was the one day of the year I was allowed to stay up so late and I loved it. I would take a big blanket from the living room, a quilt my grandmother had made that smelled of mothballs and the chili that my aunt had cooked for dinner that night, another tradition, and go sit on the end of the small dock at the bottom of the yard. I would wrap myself up in the blanket and watch the fireworks.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #35 Why were you Grounded by an Elder?
Instantly you can feel many dancers circling around you, one stands behind you, you can feel him pounding down from above your aura. He continues to pound over and over again, while other dancers are chanting prayers around you brushing you with their feathers. This seems to last for quite some time, as you continue to enjoy floating above yourself, until you start feeling like your legs are being planted in the ground. That is when you begin to hear reality again.
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #34 Continuing the Sweat Lodge...
The Elder begins to pray again in a language you don’t understand, continuing, “When I pray, I pray to all directions I ask for, truth, for kindness, for sharing, for caring, for strength, for respect and for humility. I pray not only for myself but for all.”
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 1
[Credit for the images used for the Cover Image: Images found on FreeDigitalPhotos.net Empty Class Room by criminalatt Barb Wire by winnond The Desperate Anxiety by Naypong Shadow of Hand in Jail by sakhorn38 And a special thanks to my friend Sabrina Coles for putting the cover together.]
By Bastian Falkenrath5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #12 Continuing Native Lands from
You wake to the smell of fresh bannock, hearing bacon and eggs frying once opening your eyes. “Wow Jordan, you are up early. I didn’t know you knew how to cook on a campfire.”
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
Seeing Red
Novac, huh? Looks nicer than the last couple of towns. Then again, the previous town was a massive bonfire, the one before that was shot up and overthrown by criminals, and the one before that was attacked by Powder Gangers and got a little blown up here and there. So much hell in just a week.
By Diana Cross5 years ago in Fiction
Episode #36 Continuing through to the Chinese Voices you are hearing...
“So, you are saying that all those stories of Chinese immigrants living underground in tunnels, our parents use to talk about were true?” Jordan calmly answers, “Yes I remember those stories, they were horrific! I still can’t imagine being banned from Canada. Doesn’t seem like that is what our country stands for.”
By Susan McGill5 years ago in Fiction
The man with the hand's of stone. Part 1.
Legend has it, There was once a man who lived in a universe not much different from our own. Who had hands as hard as stone. This man was known as a hero, what we in this universe may even call a 'superhero' He will forever be remembered, A true legend.
By Joe balme5 years ago in Fiction
A Vampire's Life - Part 3
January 1st, 1603 His feet pounded along the cobblestones of London's streets, running at the fastest pace he could manage. Scrimshaw had sent him on an errand; a delivery of money as payment for something or other. Bastian knew not what the ancient-looking man had bought, nor did he especially care. The white-haired old bugger had not taught him a single thing in terms of combat. He had taught him useful skills – reading, writing, how to speak (in an attempt to stomp out his accent), and some arithmetic – but those were only taught to him so he could perform the basic duties with which he was entrusted.
By Bastian Falkenrath5 years ago in Fiction
The Stuff of Nightmares
She runs down the desolate beach track, breath coming in ragged, searing, wet gasps. Her feet lose the ground beneath them as she slips across the rough, loose stones. Blood seeps into her eyes from the gash across her cheek. Her knees and hands are grazed, burning from where she crashed against the gravel on the uneven ground. She needs to keep pace, to maintain her balance. She dares not fall again, though her limbs are fatigued. Adrenalin is surging and causing them to tremor with an uncontrollable ferociousness. He is right behind her, breathing hot fear into the void. She can’t see him, but he is there. He is always there.
By Sonny Mac5 years ago in Fiction
DeadTrip: Part 2
August and Mercy drove through the chaotic streets that they were now accustomed. The whole country had become a mess, with the police in a constant struggle to maintain order against the restless population. Over the last decade the American citizens slowly lost respect for their government, just like their government lost respect for the world. Climate change had created shortages of food, fuel, and water. This led to the world order becoming unstable and many countries engaged in economic warfare. The USA added to the strain on the world by refusing to pay it's dues. The world lost count of the US debt and it became immeasurable. Tensions eventually broke into all out war between many countries, and now the conflict was on America's doorstep. The Eastern Alliance composed of India, Russia, China, and countless smaller countries. Nuclear threats were made daily and tensions were reaching a climax. Most of the American citizens disagreed with the government and huge percentages of the population threatened revolution. The American goverment lost control. Most Americans thought the world would soon end. This caused people to drive like idiots.
By D. Horn5 years ago in Fiction