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Submitted to Contest #79
(Part of a series; for better understanding, I recommend reading the other ones first) “Stop freaking out,” Ali says, peering out the front window. “Easy for you to say,” I mutter. “It’s not, actually. At least you can defend yourself with more than Brandon’s baseball bat.” Alex’s phone call echoes in my head. I’m in trouble, she’d told me. But I managed to communicate with a friend. He’ll be there soon. Okay? Her voice wobbled on the next sentence. Don’t worry about me. That really just cemented my worry. Alex, our caretaker, our ...
This is part of a series shared with B. W. (also known as Blair Witch). Read their other stories! The Crossover series is written by us both, alternately. Hercules fumed. The cave was strewn with monster parts, he had lost nearly half his army, and Meg still hadn’t shown up. It had been only a couple days, but it was a couple days of fighting off his own soldiers and only assets in the brewing war. The only ones who survived the brawl had run off into the woods. Cowards. Maybe smart cowards, seeing as they were the only ones left alive besi...
This is Part 6 to a series I write with B.W. (also known as Blair Witch!)Find them in my followers/following lists to read their stories!“Pumpkin spice?” Harmony asked. She sat across from Arren at a small table in the corner of a coffee shop. His fingers fumbled with his warm cup. “Yeah. Um, what did you get?” “S’mores hot chocolate.” She lifted her steaming mug to her lips and sipped. Arren did the same, though the pumpkin wasn’t as good as he remembered. Maybe they changed the recipe. Or he was just nervous. Harmony discree...
This is the third part to a Crossover with B.W. Check out their stories for the other parts to the series! An army of teenagers shouldn’t be so intimidating, especially when there’s only a few dozen of them. Meg shivered in the setting winter sun. His metal armor was cold to his skin, colder still to his wounded conscience. He was only pretending now. He wasn’t one of them. Aella looked like a real hero. She wore a chainmail breastplate, metal boots, and a gold helmet. Her eyes were steely blue, and her cornsilk hair shone silver in ...
Submitted to Contest #60
“They’re back.”Mrs. Chandler sighed and swept the curtains closed. Every day, more visitors. None of them wanted. There they were, on her front lawn, milling about in their strange outfits and mumbling voices. They were the crazy ones, she decided. All those times her ‘friends,’ her neighbors, called her senile, expressing their so-called concerns for her and her husband. Being old did not make you crazy, she had said. Now look at all of them. The younger generations, huddled outside, out of their minds. And when was the last time she saw he...
This is a crossover story by B.W. and Kate Ulrich. It is B.W.'s demi-god series with some new characters, written alternately between the two of us. For Crossover Part 1 and the rest of the demi-god series, go see B.W.'s stories.They all began to get ready as the monster began to approach them all with more roaring. We won't run from this, we're going to defeat this! We're going to fight it!"I'm... done..." Meg panted. He shook his head. "How long have we been running from that thing?""Long enough," Lia growled. She gripped a sharp bronze kn...
Monstrous winds soar by my window. Rain splatters the glass until all I can see is a blurry, watery swirl of city scenery. The apartment rattles. I shiver. “You cold?” asks May, my best friend. Recently she moved in with my dad and I, since she didn’t have anywhere else to go. She tosses me her fleece. I catch it and throw it back. “I’m not cold,” I say. “It’s just freaky out there. I’ve never seen a storm like this before.” She shrugs and sinks into my beanbag chair, munching on apple slices. I lie back in my bed, shutting my...
Submitted to Contest #56
(Continuation of my other story, 'A New Way to Heal.' I recommend reading that one first.)“Sorry! Are you okay?” I reach out a hand to the teenage girl I bumped into. Wincing in sympathy, I pull her up. The girl looks about my age. Thirteen, maybe, or fourteen? She's got a way about her that makes her look older than she probably is. She dusts off her jeans and pulls her princessy blond hair into a ponytail. She’s dressed for chilly temperatures- puffy periwinkle vest, long sleeves, scarf even. How is she not sweating in this weather? “...
Submitted to Contest #51
Time travel, they called it. It took a while to get used to.I couldn’t change anything from the past. Dr. Miller said that was good- no pesky Butterfly Effect ruining the world- but it seemed like a cruel joke to me. Dr. Miller assured me that anything could happen if even something small changed in the past. Trust her, it was better this way.The first time I went back I was alone in the lab. Dr. Miller and her team of scientists were watching from behind the cameras peppered throughout the room, recording me from every possible angle. ...
Submitted to Contest #42
The day of Christmas Eve I had planned on sleeping in. Stella was spending the morning at her grandparents’ house so I could get a brief rest before cooking Christmas dinner for the family, and so I had nothing keeping me busy until noon. At least, that’s what I expected. At precisely seven o’clock, when my alarm would usually have gone off, the doorbell rang. I groaned and muttered into my pillow. Probably it was just a last-minute gift being delivered, but at seven? I pulled on my robe and shuffled to the door. It was a smiling y...
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