Excerpt
Hidden Library: The Second Spell Book
“You look beautiful when you dance.” My back straightened when I heard those words from the other side of the practice room. I hadn’t heard Antony enter. If I had, I would have stopped practicing. I glanced at the stereo system in the corner. My music had not been loud, yet the gentle melody had covered the sound of his arrival.
By Stephanie Van Orman4 years ago in Fiction
Clay Soldiers
Bret woke with a piercing pain in his side, the roar of the battlefield still raging in his ears. The ceiling and walls were white. A white curtain hung at his left. A bag pumped liquid into his vein. His ragged breaths burned. The exoskeleton must've pushed through his lung. Could they fix that? God, he hoped so.
By Sital baniya4 years ago in Fiction
Bleed
The "scientific studies" have finished now, and my captors allow visitors to crowd around my cage. They stare. Their shocked, rapt faces and hushed conversations tell me what I already know. This color is new to them, never before seen. The color of my blood. The color of love.
By Sital baniya4 years ago in Fiction
Rose Red
Harrison stepped through the glass doors and entered the waiting room of Sleeping Beauty Inc. With pink metallic chairs and faux snakeskin seats, it was obviously not his regular hangout. He sat down anyway, close to the door. From the least obtrusive seat in the room, he could see three monitors showing Sleeping Beauty Inc. success stories.
By Stephanie Van Orman4 years ago in Fiction
Gone the Tides of Earth
At first light I am up by the soft blue of breaking dawn. The morning has come clear and cool with a steady breeze sifting in the screen. Alci and Jacqueline lie asleep faced opposite on the bed and I resting on the floor, clothing and pillows cushioning hardwood.
By James B. William R. Lawrence4 years ago in Fiction
Whenever You Want
Christina Witten placed the final double red lines at the end of the last column on her accounting exam. She flipped her test booklet to the front to make sure her student information was correct and then she gathered her things together. She felt a certain relief as she saw she was not the first person to finish the test and not anywhere near the last. It was comfortable for her to finish sometime in the middle. All her numbers matched, so it had to be good enough. She turned in her exam, swung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the door.
By Stephanie Van Orman4 years ago in Fiction
Water
As a boy, I lived close to a raging river. If I kept my bedroom window open at night I could hear the waters tumbling over and over as they roared and rumbled into infinity, for not a half mile from my home an enormous waterfall thundered over a high cliff forming a deep swirling pool of dark water on the rocks below. This river was said to be fed by a hundred streams.
By Dan Glover4 years ago in Fiction
Acceptance
At one time I worked for a factory owned by a big corporation. I was in charge of making sure production goals were met each month. Everyone in the factory knew my name. I was the one they would come to when trouble brewed. I could be counted on. People called me mister and sir.
By Dan Glover4 years ago in Fiction
