Stories tagged “novel”
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The Time Has Come
The terror and trepidation surged through Wendy’s veins like an erupting volcano. Every budding detective dreamed of their first serial killer case, but there was absolutely no way she could have ever prepared for the sheer panic she felt right now. ...
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The Greatest Journey Into Ones Mind
“So this is it, your last great novel of the 21st century.” “Yes the final copy and the authors notes are in the back of the book.” “Well I guess this is good-bye, I never thought the day would come were I would say those words so early in ...
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An Apostrophe to Creative Block upon NaNoWriMo Efforts.
O ye fiendish devils! That I may be blocked for the better part of two weeks from updating my essay this year, and that ye dost compel me to undergo a midterm examination of all manners physic, yea, ‘tis enough—but then ye pull the wool ove...
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God Emperor of Oz
I was born today to serve the Emperor. They gave me my memories and instructions, when I walk the palace it’s like a window appeared in my head and I knew where everything is. It’s also of no surprise to me the size of his body. This palace...
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Messiah of Oz
I have to land somewhere. It is safe to assume they are not after me anymore, but they have my Father. Greedy manbeasts, will they ever be satisfied? It’s been hours of no visibility and my lips are bleeding, I don’t think I had ever felt t...
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Heretics of Oz
“He has taken the castle” “And that’s exactly what we planned” The thin fingers of the old woman clutched an ancient tome, the pages damaged by humidity. Opening its pages released a soothing cinnamon scent. “This wa...
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Children of Oz
“Will I ever see you again?” “You know you are coming with me, I am going to take you home” “Don’t lie, please. I am old enough to know the difference” I gazed upon her eyes, so blue and piercing, like they cou...
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Dying
As her life seeped out from the gunshot wound, I died inside.
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Triumph
The clickity-clack of the typewriter keys fill the room; my final work was almost complete. For ages I had planned it. I had written it a hundred times, a thousand times! Now though, it wasn’t only ink on a notebook, a napkin, a newspaper, it was...
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First-Class Breakaway
“Escape? We can’t let you escape! How else will we control you?”
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Lotka Volterra
This wind is too hot. That was the first thought to ever enter my head. I wasn’t even really aware of myself at the time. I just knew that I had to get out of this scorching, abrasive wind. That was as far ahead as I could think. Maybe if I’d been ...
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Into the Forest
It was a typical blistering hot day in Mexico as a german sheperd rested easily on the patio outside the sherriff’s office. Adolfo had a nice black collar, with two white bells at the middle of the neck, and had sleek, unusual silvery brown fur a...