Excerpt

Green Light Diner
She had worked at the Green Light diner for 8 years. 8 long, insufferable years of over easy eggs, barely cooked bacon and suspiciously salty ham sandwiches. The coffee was the perfect combination of gritty sludge and molten lava, and the plastic that cracked over the bursting booth seats was yellowing at the edges. She came each day at 4am, right as the night shift was wrapping up, and just before the morning rush of truckers, flaggers, and loggers. Her entire working career could be illustrated in one simple phrase. “Whatcha get?”
By Kavi Elwyn5 years ago in Fiction
Backstory Blogs Pt. 6 - Wistria
** SPOILERS AHEAD** Excerpts from: The Deity Jewels, Part One: The Prophecy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wistria's first appearance
By Mel E. Furnish5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1
It’s been about four years now, but I am as much of a disappointment to my parents today than I was then. I came to Isledon after being offered a rather illustrious internship to become a blacksmith. Jumping on the offer without doing a bit of research, I would later come to regret it. Shocking, I know. Thom’s an honest man, and I can’t fault him if I’m going to be fair. Blacksmithing just isn’t my passion. Truthfully, it never was. I came here to escape the growing grip of responsibility being bestowed upon me primarily by my father.
By Despain5 years ago in Fiction
A Little Bit of Light
“What is this place?” "Bellerie Valley is a world within a world," I respond. "Something that shouldn't have existed but does."
By Karilin Berrios5 years ago in Fiction
Prelude
“What about this one, dear?” I’m sure she meant well, but I was not one for pomp and circumstance. And she knew this, but my mother was insistent. My mother also married when she was young, albeit too young in my opinion. Sometimes she feels the need to live through me vicariously, and I, the ever-doting daughter, allow her this fantasy.
By Despain5 years ago in Fiction
Saved
I stare before me at the crystalized, sharp bristles curtaining the cave. There's a reason these are there. A waterfall doesn't fall into itself or into nothingness.
By Karilin Berrios5 years ago in Fiction
Failure
Tom was just like any middle-class kid. He was a good football, basketball and baseball player. His first year of playing organized tackle football he won most valuable offensive player on his sophomore high school team. He made 46 of 50 free throws in a youth basketball competition and was always starting point guard for whatever team he played on. He pitched a perfect game in youth baseball and started in center field batting .632 for his high school JV team his junior year.
By Dr. David Yates5 years ago in Fiction
Becoming An Evil Overlord
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. I had no idea how my best friend, my Evil Empress and Dark Overlady, managed it, when the midnight sky was almost black, far from any description of 'blushing', but she did.
By Natasja Rose5 years ago in Fiction
The 'Essential Worker' crisis
Thank you to all the Essential workers who kept the literal and metaphorical fires from burning before, during and after the Pandemic. Your tenacity and courage in the face of adversity is admirable and worthy of the highest praise. Thank you.
By Novel Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Falling too Deep
Sabrina stared out her window, she could see the tall, green trees covered in a light frost and sprinkled with snow. There was something magical about the pond and the trees that surrounded it. It made her feel at home and it had been a while since she felt that way. Her house felt empty since her husband had passed away. There was no longer a happy hum that filled the house, his mug had been standing in the cupboard for months without being touched, the pile of unread newspapers was stacked high, the dust had started to gather around his model ship collection, his desk stood untouched, the phone no longer rang. It was just Sabrina now. There were days when she just wanted to throw it all down and into the pond, but she lacked the strength to do so.
By Ada Zuba5 years ago in Fiction
Revenge is best served literally
Bull vs market , shorts, nude shorts, black pants, and custom made. It's okay if you do not know what these words mean. Hell i have never done much within the previous couple of weeks. I'm not an economist or anything like that, I'm a welding. But I even have always been curious about all the crazy ways we will make money or maybe the slightest odds. I knew that cash could bring out the worst in people but holy filth I didn't realize how bad money and pursuit could make people. and that i know of all the very dark things i might rather not mention . But what i'm talking about is what's considered a "white collar crime (s)". once more we all know that they're all liars and deceivers, who trample on many toes and fingers to urge to where they're . i do know that, I’m not naïve. But within the end, it's just a matter of your time before subsequent big thing happens. Hewu.
By bhup raj. kandel5 years ago in Fiction
Awake
The hour. An hour later Kennedy awakened suddenly, sweating profusely. An hour had passed since a mysterious force had put him to sleep. An hour since he lost his temper.
By bhup raj. kandel5 years ago in Fiction