Series
CUBE: Part One
I was so sure I died. But I wake, my body curled into itself, strands of hair falling over my face. My cheek’s resting on my arm and my arm has an ache in it from lying on a hard surface. These are the things I notice before remembering I’d died.
By Michelle Tuxford5 years ago in Fiction
CUBE: Part Two
At some point I slept. I have the feeling I was asleep for a long time, as if I fell into a deep, dark unconsciousness. But it’s impossible to tell because day and night are meaningless in my little room. The light here is constant, despite the fact I can’t see any fixtures, or switches or bulbs. I think its day two. That feels right.
By Michelle Tuxford5 years ago in Fiction
Radio Silence - Part 11
Richard stopped to watch the flames in the fireplace dance. “I wish I had someone help me get my mistake back in the jar,” he whispered softly, even though there was no one around to hear, except maybe a man with a long beard high above the mess he had made of everything.
By Caitlin McColl5 years ago in Fiction
The Concealed Culture Deep Within.
The psychiatric wards for miles around the count y had been severely paralyzed almost to the point of 'no return,' by a steady influx of what could only be classified by many local newspapers, as people diagnosed with having 'delusional ideation tendencies.'
By Jonathan Townend5 years ago in Fiction
T.J.
[Metahumans; humanity born with extra-normal powers and abilities. They know not who they are at birth; their powers begin to manifest if their teenage years. As teenagers, they are naturally confused and feel misunderstood by a world that they simply want to share with their “normal” neighbors. Does tomorrow belong to unity; or to division…? I’m Raymond Jenks; this social science study is my life’s work…]
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Fiction
Trapped in My Dreams
Chapter 1 Melissa picked up her jacket from the sofa and rushed out. Running down the hall, into the stairwell, and down four flights of stairs before reaching the exit door. Out she went, passed the lobby and out the side door. She walked as quickly as possible to the nearest bus hub and stood with her fist clenched in her pockets. It wasn’t long before a bus came to a stop right in front of her. Last on, she made a b-line to the back and cozied up by the window. Watching closely as each neighborhood changed from houses, to buildings, to little shopping centers, Melissa had finally reached her destination. She exited the bus and shot through a set of double doors. Making her way to the receptionist desk, she said, “Um, I have an appointment.” The receptionist took the small piece of paper from her hand and glanced over it. “Ok Melissa, I need you to fill out these forms. The places you see highlighted, sign and date.”
By Lulu Belle 5 years ago in Fiction
