Fan-Voted Story: Part 4

What? It's back? Yes, that's right! Part 4 of the Fan-Voted Story is back with a vengeance. Unfortunately, no one voted last time, so I continued on my own. So, if you want to help shape the story about what is going to happen to Kayla, please vote down below. If you like someone's suggestion,... Continue Reading →

Fan Voted Story: Part 3

Hello everybody! It's been a long time coming but Part 3 of my Fan Voted Story is here! The winning suggestion from last time was made by Mandibelle16. Thank you for the suggestion that the ring was dark magic and there were consequences for using it. If you need to catch up on the story,... Continue Reading →

All Part of the Job

Screeching horns. Crashing metal on metal. Squealing tires. Glass splintering in spider-webs of shards. And over it all, the thunder of gunfire and the smell of gunpowder. After, they sit on the curb, staring at the wreck of the car: windows blown out, tires flat, mirrors snapped off like old branches. "Could have been worse,"... Continue Reading →

In the Freight Yard

Line after line of freight cars filled the space under the bridge, a maze of towering boxes, waiting to move. She drifted through them, light on her feet, trying not to make a sound. Each time she passed between cars, she knew she might see her pursuer's bloodshot eyes staring at her across the tracks.... Continue Reading →

Tranquility

The road wound like a snake over the treetops. A soft wind blew through the leaves. It was a lonely spot, tranquil and serene. The cars raced in, streaks of red and blue, tires etched black trails into the road, engines roaring and squealing. The trees quivered like frightened children. Eve's foot was pressed to... Continue Reading →

A Brush with Death

Hooves sinking deep into wet sand, the two horses raced through the surf. The riders were drowned in sounds of thunderous horseshoes, ragged breaths, booming heartbeats, crashing waves, and the fierce war cries of their ten pursuers, who wore black robes and black mail upon black horses. "They're gaining!" Alida shouted to her companion. "We'll... Continue Reading →

Four Minutes

The image flashed on the screen: the palacae, the golden statue, the green of the trees. It all seemed so quiet, so serene, so normal. "You understand, of course," the man in the golden mask explained, turning to look at his bound prisoner, "that they will not even have the time to feel fear before... Continue Reading →

FFfAW – Falling Bird

The pilot was dead. Blood trickled slowly from the nasty gash along his forehead, splattering scarlet on the controls and seat. The helicopter's nose was pointed down and dragging the rest of the craft with it. Winding from side to side like a drunk, it dove towards the gleaming skyscrapers. In the back, Eve hurriedly... Continue Reading →

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