Series
Book Of Ancestors
Today would have been my grandmother's birthday. It has been a year since she passed away and a year since this journey began. I always remember her on her birthday. I remember how frail she was, and how strongly she loved me. I also remember the stories she used to tell me. Grandma would always start her stories by saying “This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but with a whimper” she claimed these were famous words by a man named T.S Eliot but I never understood how she knew these words. After saying these words she would start to tell me stories of the world being overpopulated, cities booming and packed with life and how slowly and quietly the world lost all of its knowledge. She would talk about buying food in large market buildings. This is how I knew she was getting senile, I had been down to those markets and there was never food there only death waiting in the shadows of those tall buildings. The world she talked about only lived in her imagination or at least I thought so until today.
By Jason Dilan5 years ago in Fiction
Argonauts of Summer
Chapter One: Southern Fireflies Summertime in the south was a sight everyone should experience at least once in their lifetime. The heat during the day, the cool thick breeze during the night, and the answers to all life's great mysteries… if you were lucky.
By Drew Perkins5 years ago in Fiction
Annalise, The Archangel, and The Emerald Locket
Annalise tossed and turned in the night as she dreamed of how life once was cruising down an old country road of Northwest Georgia with her parents and two younger brothers. The windows were down, the warm summer wind was blowing her dishwater blond hair in her face. They sang silly songs and played various driving games on their way to the Chickamauga Chattanooga National Military Park to watch the whitetail deer come out for their evening graze. Her family had this outing every Sunday for as long as she could remember.
By Paul whiddon 5 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Wall
The bald crow cried thrice to signal the Sun’s altering hue. Prin gazed at the now pale green orb and sighed. Pulling her scarf tighter around her face, she slid from the bar and vaulted over the crumbling wall into the street. The Traveller’s sign creaked a final farewell to her as she trudged towards home. The growing breeze carried forgotten waste down the road, swirling and dancing along the pavement, an imitation of life that had long since ceased. Due to it’s immediate proximity to the wall, the small village had been one of the first to be stripped bare and had thus been rather peaceful of late. Prin stuck to the path and turned right from Main Street along Chestnut Grove, the only chestnut in sight a small, worn etching on the side of dustbin. She gazed with longing at the dark alleyway which connected Chestnut to Rose Way but continued without altering her course. Without rules, we are no better than them. Rick’s voice, carved into her memory. She walked all the way to the end of Chestnut, took a left and weaved through the mess of houses, sticking to the cover of shadows as she moved. Passed Boundary Gardens, passed Cherry Tree Lane, passed Acacia Avenue and finally passed Rose Way, where she quickened her pace. Beyond Rose Way, a barren wasteland, the white wall looming in the distance. Her feet knew the way, they followed the path that they themselves had grooved into the sandy earth.
By Bethanie Clark5 years ago in Fiction
Flip Surge
The walls of the earth around her felt like they were swallowing her whole. Barely a shoulder width between her and the sides of the clay walls that seemed to stretch for miles, Mia could hardly breathe as she descended further and further into the earth as quickly as her arms and legs would allow her to. The last light of daylight was barely visable through the thick thatch covering of the safe haven. Finally after reaching the bottom of the ladder she stood in the darkening corridor, still trying to catch her breath.
By Kayla Fridrich5 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of Atlantis
A Note from the Author For many generations the idea, the myth, the story of the lost city of Atlantis has inspired expeditions, tales, and imaginations all over the world. Over years the myth has grown from a city whose military might was challenged only by the ancient Athenians; to a super advanced civilization whose technological prowess would be comparable, if not superior to even our modern industrial world. The idea that a group of humans could have long ago developed many of the technology and things we take for granted today, is quite possibly what has allowed this myth to continue growing and permeate popular culture.
By Rich Eakins5 years ago in Fiction
The Ramarkable Mind of Doctor Rockit
Part 2. 18th Birthday School finished, I made sure to run quickly to a spot I chose a few days before. It was on the outskirts of the town’s graveyard. I don’t know why but I was aiming for the graveyard but while walking back from the graveyard I came across a tree where three trunks intertwined creating a rambunctious and gargantuan tree of mystical sorts. I honestly at the time didn’t know why I chose there though. Remember at this point in my magic endeavours I was still feeling that magic was more a show and illusion than actual magic. I wanted to believe but so many things in society told me magic was a fake thing created for children. I still wasn’t sure where I stood on this.
By Jason Bond5 years ago in Fiction
Summer Falls
Other Glassview High students pushed past me as the final bell rang. Everyone was always thrilled about the last day of school and to start their summer vacation. Why was I getting trampled? Because I hate summer and I was in no hurry to sprint toward it. The best part? My name IS Summer.
By Kenzie Bishop5 years ago in Fiction
