Stories tagged “part 2”

  • The Darkness in My Silence: A Friend

    I rocked quickly back and forth. The faster I rocked, the clearer the colours were. I heard Calvin’s voice from in my coloured cocoon. “It’s the damned Sistine Chapel, Nath! Let him finish.” My rocking slowed, and I looked up in...

    • Author: April Raines
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Without The Rain Part 2

    For a rose can’t live without the rain, And a heart can’t strive without the pain. But part of loving is letting go. But I just can’t live with this woe! So now I run for a knife. This is my new way of life! Truth is, I love you with all my ...

  • SuperHero Black Hole: Part II

    Time to explain the limits of my ability. Ready? You see, every second that expires of every hour of every day becomes part of The Past. Once it’s past, it’s gone. Geronimo. Adios. Whatever. But every second that has YET to happen, that has...

    • Author: J. A. Keane
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Flee

    As the weeks pass, people come and go from beside my hospital bed, flitting in and out of my thoughts. Policemen. Nurses. Doctors. Psychologists. My supposed girlfriend. My apparent best friend. But with every week that passes, a feeling continues to ...

    • Author: J. A. Keane
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Werewolf Chapter 1, Part 2

    Oh, how I wish I was Mrs. Kyle Thrift. We’d have a beautiful… My mom breaks my bubble and tells me to go outside. I bring my scooter and get in the car. Then the four of us leave. We drive to the path and get out. I ride my scooter through the rock...

    • Author: Elizabeth
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
  • The People of the Machine

    It was difficult to remember that world, like my mind wanted me to keep silent. Perhaps the memories were imbedded deep inside. My grandson looked at me expectantly. It was time to pass on the warnings again- to a better audience this time. “Let ...

  • Ponderalla

    Ponderalla stood up bravely and asked her stepmother to allow her to go to the ball. “Of course you may,” her stepmother said with a cruel smile, “after you had finished all the house chores.’” Her stepmother then led Ponderalla to the oldes...

  • Zaffre Harvest (Part 1)

    Space is a large place. Space is so large, that not all of its planets have ever interacted with each other. High school is a lot like space, not all of its students have interacted at all with each other. Such was the case for two boys named Tristan a...

  • No Bueno (Part 2) (Mature)

    Much to my relief everything was normal inside. Familiar smells of meat being roasted, grilled and fried, the acrid sweetness of pickled jalapenos, and the soft scent of warm corn tortillas all filled the air. The place wasn’t bustling but it was...

  • Tools: Ebb and Flow

    “What do you want?” I asked with some difficulty. “I am not here to charge you with anything or to reveal that which has lain hidden for so long. The reality is actually much more difficult to explain. You have been chosen to help us ...

  • Choices for the Chosen: Shaky Beginnings

    Once I stopped humming, emotion that had been building started to peter out. I could actually see people start to shrink in on themselves. Unfortunately, it was Adam who figured out what had happened first. “Hey, Ian.” He crawled out from u...

  • Entry 12: 3-Word Prompt Chain Exultation Riverside Expunge(Pt 2)

    Out of fry-pan, into fire? Father, what do you require? Give us guidance, Abba, dear! End commercials; end our fear. Shall we, mayhaps, ban the squalor? Kick the stands down, bust the stall? Or, What’s this here by the bodegas? Slot machines? Oi...

  • Perfect time to Panic.

    The fire crackled and popped as I poked it with the stick I had found beside me. I was left in my own company while Dan wandered over the hill to find a suitable tree to relieve himself. I grew curious as minutes passed. I mean, how long could it possi...

  • Animal Intentions Part 2 (Mature)

    He spoke, his raspy voice like the sound of an old record, played through my ears. “What’s the matter, Sweetheart? We’re just having a little fun.” He leans in to kiss me and his lips, just like his hands, felt like sandpaper on my skin. With a...