Series
Mortimer and his “Friend” Nick
Mortimer was constantly busy with his job. It was a never-ending job that only he could accomplish, but he didn’t mind. He wasn’t going to let some idiot handle souls and send them off to the various Afterlifes all willy-nilly. Even if he got constant migraines from the endless paper work of having to approve the transfer and shipping of souls to their rightful destinations and having not so helpful assistants, it was still his job. In private, Mortimer still thinks he got the short end of the stick when it came to duties. His older brother, Larry, got to create things and give them life while Mortimer had to deal with their souls and catalogue, organize, and arrange where they would go. Definitely unfair. Especially with some of the shit Larry would come up with. Why would the primordial being of Life decide to make a platypus? Mortimer was afraid to ask.
By Kaitlyn Salcido5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 27
I need coffee, and not the stuff offered in the small kitchen nook by reception. I’m pretty sure the instant packets there haven’t been replenished in years and I’m certain Duke does not go out of his way to clean the pot marked ‘Hot Water’. And it’s really just lukewarm. I decide to drag myself into town to get a decent fix at the coffee shop before heading to the police department for my ritual check-in.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
Tod durch Schokolade
Emma pedaled lazily, only half paying attention to her surroundings. She was no longer expecting to run into another human and had seen few animals. Once she saw a dog at a distance, but when it noticed her, it had skulked away, tail between its legs. She had tried calling it, but it hadn’t turned back.
By Mayra Martinez5 years ago in Fiction
In the Dark
Lori was an influential woman. She traveled often and met with people whose very existence seemed fictional to most people. She would never speak of her work to anyone; she had taken a vow of silence. Nobody actually knew what she did, but in her wake, everything functioned as it should. Nobody dared to question this beautiful woman, because those who did often vanished.
By SempiternalSoul5 years ago in Fiction
Paper & Twine
The box rested gently in my hands as my fingers brushed the smooth surface of its paper covering. The twine wrapped around it was rough, crossing on the bottom of the package and looped into a bow on top. There was only one word written on the brown, paper-covered box, filling the space in the top right corner between the strands of twine. I had seen that writing, so many times before, but the feeling it brought was so different than the very first time.
By Maeple Fourest5 years ago in Fiction
It's Not That Hard
I looked up when Chris came in with one of his knitting bags and settled on the bed next to me. “What now?” I grumbled, shifting as his weight unbalanced me. I was trying to get comfortable but being this pregnant meant I was never comfortable. And I was always hot.
By Tali Mullins5 years ago in Fiction
#1: Anthropolis One: The Never Clock
“The infinite multiplied by infinity. That is the true fabric of reality.” ~ Dr. Zhou Sun Chapter 1 - Alpha I feel time pressing down on me with the crushing weight of an elephant resting on an ant. If there were gods in this universe, even the most demanding and wrathful tyrant would be a welcome embrace compared to the ever-present reality of the true master of my oppression. Time.
By Tobias D.H. Crichton5 years ago in Fiction
Finding Friendship
I was on the move. The move to where, I didn't really know. I had first thought to stay put. Rebuild the house long abandoned and nearly destroyed. To stay where Papa would know to find me. To stay where home used to be and to hope it could maybe be something like home again.
By LeeAnna Tatum5 years ago in Fiction
One Wrong Turn
Today is the day! I was getting ready for the picnic. I reviewed the directions that had been provided to me by my love. Seemed like a strange place for a picnic but he’d led me on some amazing adventures already, so I trusted his intuition. I was not an innately trusting person.
By Saint St.James5 years ago in Fiction
