by Lanaia Lee
I awaken in a place I'm not familiar with. Seems I am in some sort of hospital, the white walls, they look padded, could it be I am here because of something mental? I really haven't a clue. The only thing I really remember is the man, I recently met, what I would call the man of my dreams. I just don't understand why I am here. I guess I will figure it out eventually. In the mean time I will think about my new suitor, this will calm my nerves.
We met inocenntly enough, by bumping into each other literally. He was coming out of the dime store as I was going in and we just collided. He was so good looking, with his dark hair, beard, and blue eyes. He looked so good, he actually took my breathe away. After bumping ino him I say," Oh my goodness, I am such a klutz. I am so sorry"
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 44 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 42
by Hunter Weiss
Doris and Snoring Stanley
Hunter M. Weiss
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 238 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 238
After a long observation trip the eagle has returned and landed to its nest. The fellow hawks also that followed the eagle, nested on their places on the branches of the same huge tree placed for them to take the rest.
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 184 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 184
by Adam Bourke
The young woman quickly summoned a wind to protect herself from the falling hail. As the wind formed a protective barrier around her, she signalled to her accomplice in their secret language. He made a subtle gesture in reply, before soaking the assailant with a torrential downpour from behind. The opponent lost concentration and her hail subsided. The young woman looked up and saw the final adversary approaching, she signalled again, to warn her friend, and then sent forth an electrical storm. Her opponent cried out as the Storm entombed him in a cage of electricity. Triumphant, the pair dissipated their magic and left the training room. Their eight bedraggled opponents followed them, defeated.
It was summer, and the trees were in bloom. The particular oak that the two were sat near was the same one they had devised the secret language under. It was their language; they had designed it years ago, back near the beginning of their learning. The training pairs were always the same, and the language was how they kept winning in the academy training rooms. None of the other students knew about it, or had one of their own. It was definitely an advantage. But it would soon be left fallow. When they finished their lives as students in a couple of weeks, their use of magic would be severely restricted. They would never work as battle partners again.
Category: Short story / Cumulative Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 32 / Month's Earnings: $0.00 Rank: 27
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