Stories tagged “sara”

  • Floating In The Local Pool

    I promised myself that this summer wouldn’t suck. I had no job this year, and my best friend, Justin, made me promise that we’d have fun this summer—real fun. So when he told me that it would be a good idea to sneak into the neighborh...

    • Author: Mr.Gabriel
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Once a Thief?

    “Who are you?” Sara squinted in the dimness. “ Where are you? Late for what?” “So many questions for one so young.” A tall, orange-skinned male stepped into the light. His eyes glowed. “I am Grebl.” Sara staggered back, searching for th...

  • Bent and Broken

    Sara stood at the podium, crying. Two closed coffins wreathed in flowers lay between her and the rest of the black-clad mourners. The two families had thought it appropriate to have one funeral for both kids, seeing as the departed had been best friend...

  • The Following Ficly Takes Place Between 3:00 AM and 4:00 AM

    03:03:27 AM Eyes open. Ears open. Mouth closed. Nose clean. As Sara dozed cocooned in the sleeping bag, Randall scanned the surrounding forest for any sign of trouble. There wasn’t a lot he actually could see, aside from the shadows of the treetops, ...

    • Author: BARomero
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
  • The Following Ficly Takes Place Between 3:00 AM and 4:00 AM

    3:49:27 AM Tony arrived at the warehouse and took out his PDA. “What am I looking at, Chloe? How many guards?” “I’m pulling that up right now,” Chloe said. “There are five people in the warehouse, three hostiles. It ...

  • The Following Ficly Takes Place Between 4:00 AM and 5:00 AM

    04:00:06 AM “Climb!” Randall scrambled up the nearest tree. Had he been anyone else, Randall believed he would have thought this was karma for what happened to Edgar. That weird kid in second period was always babbling about karma. What was his nam...

    • Author: BARomero
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
    • 7 out of 5
  • The Following Ficly Takes Place Between 5:00 AM and 6:00 AM

    05:36:43 AM The sky shifted from indigo to a dark gray. Formless shadows began to resolve into more defined tree shapes. Soon it would be safe enough for Randall and Sara to climb down from their perch and get out of the woods. Sara woke from a light d...

    • Author: BARomero
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Following Ficly Takes Place Between 6:00 AM and 7:00 AM

    06:31:46 AM Arnold took his bowl of Cap’n Crunch to his room as he pulled up his email. There were forty-two new messages in his inbox, more than he’d ever received at one time. He scrolled through them. Most said the same thing. Yes. Okay. Count m...

    • Author: BARomero
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
  • The Following Ficly Takes Place Between 7:00 AM and 8:00 AM

    07:01:37 AM Randall came around the warehouse and met Sara at the front of the building. “Jack’s being held along with his father in the southeast corner of the building,” Randall explained. “We’re looking at four hostiles, likely to be armed...

    • Author: BARomero
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Taken: Memories of Absence

    In a way that memory was definitive of all the time I spent at my father’s house. More than anything else, I remembered the lengths and breadths of his absences, often punctuated with strange gifts that I invariably lost or gave away. One such gi...

  • Falling

    He trotted nearer to the edge, his small feet kicking rocks into the sea. He watched as they fell; like small comets raining from the sky. They seemed to take forever to land in the water. Would it take him as long? Hopefully not. He wanted to get out ...

    • Author: Sara King
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
  • Reunions are always Bittersweet

    The first time I saw him, I was but a child. So scared, I had been, as his green disk-shaped ship crashed in the forest. I was scared about investigating, but curiosity won over fear and I apprehensively approached the strange machine. I laughed as I r...

    • Author: Sara King
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Rumors and Cold Facts

    Each time the door opened, Carol pretended to be asleep, his arm curled around his tankard. Being in one of the lower cross spokes, the view of Hub towered over everything, looking like a giant fist raised to the sky. Two men came in, talking loudly as...