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Finding Time to Smell the Flowers
I found myself moving through more mountainous terrain. The Ozarks, I guessed. Didn’t know for sure. Blue and I had settled pretty quickly into something like routine. We’d camp a few days or more in places where game was plentiful. I’d smoke some of the meat to keep, and trade the rest.
By LeeAnna Tatum5 years ago in Fiction
The Legendary Werewolf Warriors
Prologue Late one Halloween night, in the rural area of Madison, Wisconsin, sixteen-year-old Zane was relaxing at his house. Zane was a 6’5 white male that had been very muscular ever since he hit puberty. He was average good-looking with blackish-brown hair and red eyes. Zane and his family lived out in the country parts of Madison, where the area was surrounded by open fields and woods. Their house was small with two floors to fit him, his parents, and his two siblings (Morgan and Zack). Zane was home alone handing out candy to the trick-or-treaters while the rest of his family was out. He had just given out his last piece of candy and decided to turn off the porch lights and settle in by watching the Monday night football game. At least until his girlfriend, Hannah arrived to hang out with him. Halfway through the game, however, the doorbell rang.
By Desmond Montgomery5 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Reasons
Joree had been expecting the summons from Master Hobar. It actually came later that he’d anticipated, nearly three days since the Power Duels. Hobar’s class had been rather awkward since Joree’s ‘victory’, as no one was quite sure what to make of the outcome. They seemed unsure if it counted or not, and Joree could sympathize.
By Kristen Slade5 years ago in Fiction
It Was The Perfect Day For a Funeral
(This is the fourth installment of the My Alternates series. If you haven't already, read the first here.) Phoebe held the bouquet of marigolds tight between her fingers. She pinched at the stiff fabric of her slacks and shifted the hem of her blouse. Her shoulders ached from the tension in her neck. Her eyes didn’t lift from the trampled grass at her feet.
By L. J. Knight 5 years ago in Fiction
The Break: Fisher
Fisher was exhausted… For days on end, he had been on the run, the Highwayman hot on his heels. Despite feeling that his quest was nearing its end, he couldn’t help but feel that he would never find his prize. The brooch was the key to his salvation, but he had no idea why. He only knew that he needed it. Yet, it was always was just out of his reach. He had been all over creation, it seemed, and each clue that sent him to his next destination only led to another clue. Months ago, his journey had started on the very street he now found himself trudging down, the rain falling heavy. How could the brooch be here? Something had drawn him back, though, something so strong that he could not ignore it.
By Anthony Stauffer5 years ago in Fiction
