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The Incomplete Elements of Reign.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I remember thinking this to myself the day it happened, laying upside down on my couch, in the dark living room of my apartment. With Bethoven blaring in my noise canceling headphones and rivers of tears streaming down my face. Staring into my existential void through eloquently transitioned images of space dancing across the tv screen ahead of me. But, that was then.
By Courtney Nichols4 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 18
I sighed, thinking I must find out if the diamond in my possession was natural and, if so, how many carats. Of course, the problem was that I had a weapon, and I couldn't really let anyone touch it until I knew exactly what it was. I sat there, afraid to move, wondering what the gypsy had seen while she was reading my palm.
By Annelise Lords 4 years ago in Fiction
Harriet's Hesitation
A mysterious unknown father is all very well, if one is a character in a novel, but there are benefits to a loving husband and in-laws who adore you. Miss Emma Woodhouse had all the advantages in life, and must therefore be forgiven a somewhat rose-coloured view of the world.
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 17
I looked around to get my bearings since I'd jumped off the train randomly for fear of being watched. I was at Grand Central Station. The closest was at 5th Avenue and 40th Street East. Though I'd lost track of time, I knew the library would still be open. I set my course and began a brisk walk of a couple of blocks. Walking was therapeutic and much needed in my hyper-harrassed state.
By Annelise Lords 4 years ago in Fiction
Gehenna - Ode to Persephone - Chapter Two "A Grand Entrance"
Chapter Two A Grand Entrance The lights in the grand dining room of the Chateau de la Chevre D’or were as blinding as daylight, as if those in charge of the hotel found a way to bring the sun inside for the night along with their guests. And, just as the outside of the great structure had been updated to match the opulence and splendor of these new times, so had the interior. A grand orgy of evidence that if you were a world traveling sort of person with lots of money to burn they would prefer you burn it here. Burn it, eat it, drink it, bathe in it. They cared not. As long as you were giving them a share for the pleasure of facilitating your debauchery, their attitude was, “It’s the 20’s! Anything Goes!”
By If You're Feeling Adventurous...4 years ago in Fiction
