Series

Famous Last Words (Part 3)
Note: This is part 3 of this story Part 1 and Part 2 can be found using the links. Jocelyn was sound asleep, laying on her side. The moonlight shined brightly through her window. The aquarium was no longer in the window. Instead, there was the silhouette of a man climbing through, reaching his hands towards the sleeping girl.
By Craig Brower5 years ago in Fiction
Famous Last Words (Part 1)
It occurred on the night of August 13th. A summer night filled with the sounds of crickets and tree frogs. The windows were difficult to open and close because of the humidity. The window A/C unit hummed away in the living room, unfortunately, the cold air did not make its way to the opposite side of the one-story home. Jocelyn and Julian would sleep with their box fans. They blew wildly during those nights but barely kept the sweat from rising on their skin as the humid nights of Florida summers continued with no reprieve.
By Craig Brower5 years ago in Fiction
Famous Last Words (Part 2)
Note: This is Part 2 of the series. If you have not read Part 1, you can find it here Earlier that afternoon, Jocelyn and Julian found a wounded lizard in the backyard. It’s well known that small lizards in Florida will not only lose their tails in order to get away from a predator but also will grow back a new one as time goes on.
By Craig Brower5 years ago in Fiction
A Passage Through Time (Part Two Of A Three-Part Short Story.)
Jamie found herself closing her eyes once her towel was wrapped around her, hurrying out of the bathroom so as not to be tempted by the emotionally damaging effects of her reflection. Each moment she had caught her reflection in the mirror it sent her into a degrading downward spiral of self-hatred and loathing.
By Jonathan Townend5 years ago in Fiction
The Fallen Citadel pt 4
FC 4 Irisia, the capital of Journagen stood before us and I was unimpressed. Their wall was meager, and it was hard to believe that this was the mighty magic city I heard about in my travels. Then again, no one was stupid enough to attack the kingdom of magic and shadow beasts head on. Yet, there we were a party of what had to be the dumbest and bravest group of individuals of our kingdom. Their security was very relaxed and only a handful of patrols roamed the walls.
By Matthew Mccahey5 years ago in Fiction
Don't Let Jimmy Die
He couldn’t sleep that night. He just kept tossing and turning, his head throbbing still. If he was already asleep, how could he go back to sleep. This really wasn’t a dream; it was some psychotic breakdown he seemed to be having.
By Elizabeth Butler5 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Places (Part 5)
Previously, in Part 4 Part 5: I was amazed to be in this little place. Location: Middle of Nowhere. Little houses all in a row, seven on this street, the same on the next. Then a “Main Street” road, with a convenience store/gas station, and a miniature school building, and one more road, more like a cul-de-sac, with three slightly bigger houses.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Fiction
Will's Opposite
“Alright, I want some straight answers.” It was the day after Jistan’s first battle-or, well, the first battle he’d ever seen. He still didn’t understand what had happened. In the end, the Delani had retreated, but they hadn’t seemed to be losing. Jistan didn’t understand battle strategy well enough to know why they pulled out.
By Kristen Slade5 years ago in Fiction
The Gilded Looking Glass: Chapter 3
Marjorie was quite sick of being with child. She was in her late thirties after all; she was getting far too old for the whole affair. She had already given her husband, Lord Thomas, nine children in all, throughout their 17-year marriage. Four were boys, all healthy, and the other five were bonnie girls, the oldest of which had already made an advantageous match. Only one of her babies, sweet little Jane, had not survived past the age of ten. The rest were hale and hearty, and had already weathered two outbreaks of the dreaded sweating sickness. Nine babies, eight surviving children, plenty of boys to spare. The inheritance was secure, and growing even fatter thanks to Elizabeth’s marriage to a financially blessed duke.
By Chloë J.5 years ago in Fiction
Marble Doors.
No one is particularly fond of nightmares. Ivory Garner is certainly not an exception either. As of late, they have been plaguing her sleep every time the young women closed her eyes for rest. Tonight, is no different. Just like the recent sleep terrors, the scenery remains unchanged. Moonlight shines on a smooth pathway of rocks that leads into deep dark woods, where giant trees loom high in the sky above. Their limbs and branches hang over the trail ominously, casting eerie shadows all around. Wind whistles fiercely, rustling leaves and scrubs, giving the illusion of dancing figures flailing their arms wildly and uncontrolled.
By J.Bee5 years ago in Fiction
The Tense Drive
Part seven of a short story series, based on writing prompts. Written while trying to learn to fight brain fog and perfectionism... and my ADHD. By this point my ADHD brain was screaming “I WILL CONCENTRATE ON LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE! AN ESSAY ON WATCHING PAINT DRY WOULD BE LESS MIND NUMBINGLY BORING.”)
By Ruth Rambles5 years ago in Fiction
Benighted: (3) The Case of Sisters in the Snow
The frost did not affect him as it would most people. Zelmyr was accustomed to cold surroundings, having had spent countless days and nights in catacombs and mausoleums. Such had been the requirement for him and his kind.
By Reiley5 years ago in Fiction