Mason was a simple character, a young boy with a loving mother and father. Mason so desperately wanted to be a knight, a guard or servant of the royal family. This would seem like a normal dream of ... [+]
She peered into the room and flipped the switch on the outside of the door. She watched as light spilled onto the bare floors and white walls, but there was no light source. No bulb on the ceiling o ... [+]
Before time and space, there was nothing, just darkness. Empty silence, a void baren of all things. It's quite simple really, God desired light, so He created the heavens and the earth. The heavens ... [+]
The car screeches, nearly missing me. The driver stops to yell at me. That what I get for walking against the light. I almost leave my suitcase in the street. It’s hard to pull my bag, with my arm ... [+]
Before she opened her eyes, she could feel the difference in the room. The Gray Lady was coming, her presence announced by a slight static in the air that sent a minute, tingling sensation down ... [+]
3AM really wasn’t the best time to be finishing reports, yet here Lexie was, using the dim light of the old computer in front of her to guide her pen along the paper, the third cup of coffee that ... [+]
“What is courage? What does it mean to have courage? Thoughts everyone?” Vivian didn’t even look up as her teacher addressed the class. English was by far the most boring subject, and her worst ... [+]
On nights like these, the apartment is quiet.
There isn’t a lot to say, after all. The missions always leave something behind: an imprint on their skin, calluses on their fingertips, a heavy
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Emily rolled over and opened one eye hoping to sleep five more minutes before waking for school. The clock was dark, the house was dark and there was no smell of coffee coming from the kitchen. She ... [+]
The day started like any other day and then suddenly it all changed. The garden master called the caterpillar over and proclaimed," You have been in this place and in this place long enough. You’ve ... [+]
My nose wrinkles in disgust as the foul stench of indigestion fills the room. Zeke, my fifteen-year-old canine companion, is finally showing his age, and his death looms over my head like a persistent ... [+]
Jerome looked down at his phone as he whispered the phrases “I am handsome. I am worthy. I am man enough. I am beautiful.” He closed his eyes and repeated them once more. As he took a deep breath ... [+]
Eira the Scaros had been walking towards the Citadel, her place of work, staring straight ahead in order to avoid the stares of countless human slaves. One look at her alien maroon body and long ... [+]
The sculptor was working when he died. There was dust under the his fingernails and sweat on his brow. Lines were carved in his face, though they were less delicate than the ones his skillful hands ... [+]
“Funny thing isn’t? Courage, I mean.”
A man in a dark suit leans forward in a wooden chair. A single light bulb dangles from a cord above his head that casts a faint glow around the small
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My family lived in the small village of Natchez, Louisiana, on Cane River. At the corner of Highway 1 and Main St, three white crosses sit next to the railroad track, marking the place where three ... [+]
