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Gleann A' bhàis Ghil
The sunlight bounced off the frigid landscape, far beyond where eyes could see. "The White Death" surrounded the campsite like the wings of a fallen angel, stretched around their scantily built log cabin.
By Tommy Ballard2 years ago in Fiction
My Song
Sicily | 1943 Under a firm mutual agreement of trust, the misfitted group of four banded together to clean up their mess. Corrado helped Father Burgio gather the dead bodies of the Italian soldiers, and Rosalie helped Garret give Private Hale a temporary burial - which consisted of blanketing him with a few layers thick sheets - until Garret was able to get his body back into the hands of the American military.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Mystries of Bermuda Triangle
The Devil's Triangle, sometimes referred to as the Bermuda Triangle, is an ill-defined area in the western North Atlantic Ocean. Bermuda, San Juan (Puerto Rico), and Miami (Florida, USA) are commonly recognized as the triangle's vertices. The Bermuda Triangle has become well-known over time for being the supposed location of multiple unexplained ship and aircraft disappearances. It's crucial to remember, though, that a lot of the tales involving the Bermuda Triangle have been exaggerated, and there is frequently little scientific proof to back up allegations of paranormal activity.
By Vijay Kumar2 years ago in Fiction
Dear Diary
Dear Diary. Those are the words on my cover. I am in the hands of a young woman named Shannon Kemp, though I am not hers. I didn't end up in Shannon's hands accidentally. I was taken. Well, I don't want to say taken; it makes it sound like I was kidnapped. Kidnapping has sinister undertones. There was nothing sinister about Shannon's acquisition.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
The Greatest Escape
A rich hush empties my mind as I traverse the snow-fallen landscape. While this gift seeps into the crevices of my deepest anxieties, I inhale sharply through my nose and exhale through my mouth, catalyzing the calming effects with icy breath. I walk briskly. The cold keeps pace but doesn’t bother me. A scene like this is my tabula rasa; the sins I mean to outrun mean nothing here. Acting as both sanctuary and confessor, the only danger I face in this forest is from myself. It’s the trees that understand that I didn’t have a choice. The ground assures me I’m still a good person. The wind whispers soft promises never to let someone hurt me again.
By kp2 years ago in Fiction
Barfi Shodi: You've Been Snowed
"Ali, I will give you this. You must run fast. Faster than ever in your life, before the snowflakes melt. Please don't get caught..." Joyously dancing in the snowfall, Jamshed hands Ali the enclosed envelope, made out of quick paper, stuffed with a fistful of snow. Jamshed returns inside, closes the door and watches Ali pacing through snowflakes. Within minutes Ali is running so fast toward the closed door and a crowd of young boys chasing him. Jamsheed rushes to open the gate and closes the door on the face of the panting young faces.
By Parwana Fayyaz2 years ago in Fiction
Vampire Hunters
We all loaded back into the Chevy Equonixes and made our way to the morgue where Doc was performing the autopsies of the victims. I called Tim and Zach in a group call. They answered and I placed them on speaker.
By Jorden Dunbar2 years ago in Fiction
Brothers of Black Stone | Pt. 3
Sicily | July 10th | 1943 Garret used the combat knife to cut a slit in the fabric of Tim’s pants, and revealed the gunshot wound. Without any syrettes, there was nothing he could do to lessen the pain, but that mattered little. Tim’s paleness and lack of awareness were tell-tale signs of shock, and the bullet unfortunately severed his femoral artery. There was nothing he could do. Garret held his friend’s hands in his own, and stayed with him until his eyes rolled back, exposing their white bellies. He stayed with Tim until the end.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Hunter
Lying here, in silver twisted twilight’s fate. Face staring up at the sky. The world froze to my face. The pain, inescapable.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
Battling Guilt Part 7: More of Petra &Ivan's Origin Romance
Petra wasn't completely unappealing herself, although her own looks weren't a particular concern of hers. Still, looking at her wasn't a pain at all. She was 5'1 with a thick and muscular yet petite frame, her eyes a deep brown and dark brown hair that flowed right below her shoulders, highlighting her olive tone skin that nearly boasted of no blemishes, except for an occasional zit at her jaw line or forehead temples. And her cute little heart shaped face made it hard to take her serious when she was upset. So it was no wonder that Ivan seemed to be enraptured by her beauty.
By dre.amerwithapen2 years ago in Fiction
Three Fins | Pt. 3
Chief Riley was imprisoned inside of the Oak Bluffs Police Department, juggling relentless phone calls from frantic vacationers, as well as a long line of pissed off locals who crammed their sweaty bodies into the small station. Her sergeant was on crowd control, while her deputy, and clerk, handled the other two phones. Her husband Hayden, the general manager of Nancy's Restaurant, left work early to help his wife regain control of the island. Being the great husband that he was, he stopped at Back Door donuts before going to the station for coffee and his wife’s all-time favorite treats. Cinnamon rolls and apple fritters.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Cinnamon Rolls
Leah was going into diabetic shock in the middle of her neighborhood park. It was five past nine in the morning, and she was out enjoying her well deserved snow day. The snowball fight she was having with her dog, Ellie, turned for the worst when Leah suddenly collapsed into the snow.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction