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Radio Silence - Part 13
It took Joe two full days to realize what was wrong. It wasn’t the fact that Melanie had abandoned him. It wasn’t that the whole country seemed devoid of life besides him. It wasn’t that he was alone, and had started to talk to himself for company. It was the silence. There was no music, no radio to keep him company. Radio had been a staple for so long in his life. It was his job, every day, but it kept him company outside of work. He listened to it while driving everywhere, and even listened to it on his phone when he was walking.
By Caitlin McColl5 years ago in Fiction
The Devil and the Huntsman Vol 1: The Wolf Queen - Part 1
All is dark and filled with endless shadows. The night hordes hide in the darkness and prey on all who wander into the wrong places. The demons of Hell have arisen to overtake mankind and the earth. The world is now a place where the creatures of darkness rule over the weak and where all are slaves to their power.
By Micah/Dark Fantasy Writer5 years ago in Fiction
Juniors, They're Minty Fresh
When it comes to Critical Race Theory at first it may be difficult to have much to say. Insofar as I can tell, I do not utterly disagree with it, that is to say if I understand the concept of CRT in the first place. It does not affect me one way or the other, being as how it is purely a phrase I have heard on the radio at this point. I am not nor will I ever attempt to be an historian; I have no plans for blogging/publishing anything extensive of an historical nature. Assuming that the central idea behind CRT has to do with admitting that white America's societal foundations are built upon discriminatory practices, I will not argue that point.
By P. B. Friedman5 years ago in Fiction
What Happened to Evan Wheeler: The neighbor
Part 5 "What do you mean you could do it?" I sat on the steps so that I could talk to Madison and still see Jemarie. "You heard what I said, Cam. Now that we've established that your ears work, how are we going to get rid of this girl?" Madison asked with an attitude. I stood up and walked into the kitchen.
By Alexus Sylvester5 years ago in Fiction
He Watches Me
“Sweetheart, can you grab that last box off the U-Haul and take it to the kitchen for me?” I was the sweetheart she was talking about. Sixteen-year-old Keinali Lynn Jackson. I was an only child, but at times wished I had siblings to interact with. I have jet black hair that flows like a pony’s tail down to the base of my narrow shoulders. I consider myself a petite, bi-racial teenager that embodies characteristics from each of my parents. I also happen to be a little on the short side measuring at 5’4”. As I went back out to the truck to retrieve the box mommy asked me for, I happened to catch a glimpse of a body-shaped figure through the side mirrors.
By Kimberly Pharrams5 years ago in Fiction
Day of the Dragon: The Winemaker's Casket
A piece of a five-part non-chronological series centred around the day of the dragon. __________________ The last person who heard his voice calling for help disappeared a while ago. Henri doesn't understand what happened to the man. Maybe he died trying to move the rubble from the cellar door to free him. Maybe his body is just another weight atop the door.
By Eloise Robertson 5 years ago in Fiction
The Never Ending End Chapter 1
Chapter One Starts a Brutal Adventure Why am I here again? Oh right just to find a pot of gold at the end of a flipping rainbow! Grr, I can't hold it in any longer! this trip- ugh this “Adventure” has been nothing but trouble! Let me explain to you how I got into this pitiful mess.
By Clyde Swob5 years ago in Fiction
