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The Empty Bookstore If you have not yet read Part One of Angel Wings and the Broken Blade, do so now. He was wearing a blue polo shirt, black tandem jeans, and a Giant cap. He smiled from ear to ear and made me feel so special, like I was (more…)
If you have not read Chapter 1, read it here Theda gripped the rail of the staircase as she followed Stella’s fingers. The hills were on fire. She smiled. It happened every year. Idle lads and reindeer hunters. It was summer again. Sometimes the fire would reach the nearby forest, (more…)
A walk to the bookstore Angels. Some people use them to explain things that have no logical explanation. Some people prefer to call it luck or miracles. Most people have never seen one.’ I was fifteen years old when all this happened. I could lean more on the side of (more…)
Destiny exists. I believe that or else how would you explain the sudden explosion of two bus tires at the same time? Even when the entire bus crew combined their efforts, I still got to class late. As if that wasn’t enough, the old, grumpy math teacher was well hidden (more…)
Love was never meant for me. I refused to be loved and have denied the emotion successfully since I was eight years old. I took a full recess. When my grandma died, I discovered how hypocritical my family was. How they hated her, dragging her to the laundry every day. (more…)
The rain killed the fire, and the water rose steadily. Her hands trembled as she tugged at the crooked wand tangled in her waistband. Maybe it still had some life left in it. Her mother could calm a storm, but she was no Myra. Too many hopeless days, and the (more…)
Old wives’ tales said that the Soul Trader walked the rails late at night, offering wealth and fame to greedy and unfaithful men. As many who became rich soon vanished into thin air, never to be seen again. How truthful these myths were, I have no idea. I am only (more…)
She comes in twice a week, always wearing the same uniform. A white blouse with a red collar, a grey skirt with a red floral at the lower hem. Her cheeks are softly powdered and her lips are painted red or pink, which I believe blends well with her clothes. (more…)
Forever Mine is a new fantasy-based series that has no end. This story aims to involve readers’ participation. You can call it a story for readers written by readers. Each chapter is exactly 1,500 words and must follow the story prompt outlined in the plot, feedback, and comments. Each week (more…)
Left home last Friday With a calm and cheerful mind Rushing to the market Before June’s dinner time Before I could hit the curb A car flashed my way And if my lips weren’t tightened I’d be heartless today Where did you steal your license? I did not (more…)
