Historical Fiction
Kia Ford Attending The English Premiere Festivities
Early in the Saturday AM hours, the Peacock proudly perched, atop the balcony railing overlooking the scenic British street. Vigilantly monitored a developing perspiration undershirt invasion the guarded knight followed protocol designed by the colonists. Binoculars in hand, the streaming entrepreneur, identified an army filled with mechanical muscle wanting work.
By Marc OBrienabout a year ago in Chapters
Kia Ford Attending The English Premiere Festivities
Kia Ford entered America’s nickname for hump day confident and stimulated knowing she was in control, getting her own goal to start the day. “That is right,” she proclaimed, escorted by security guards through the Anfield observing everyone anticipating, the lady in red coming back to earth, landing safely on the air strip.
By Marc OBrien2 years ago in Chapters
Story Of a Pen Seller Boy
In a bustling town filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter, there lived a young boy named Amir. Every day, he would set up his small wooden cart at the corner of the market, where he sold pens of all shapes and colors. His father had once been a renowned calligrapher, and Amir dreamed of following in his footsteps.
By Iftikhar Ahmed2 years ago in Chapters
Memoirs Of The In-Between - Chapter 2 . Content Warning.
When you’re alive, you have no idea what happens to you when you die. It was one of my many thoughts and regrets. I always wondered what happened to a person when they died. I sent so many people to their afterlives, that it seemed like a fair question. I had no idea what I believed, and to be frank I was scared to think too deeply about it. Only when my worst guilt, fresh after a job well done, did I dare to venture into that dark corner of my mind. I eventually convinced myself that nothing happened. There was no heaven, there were no gods, there was nothing but a deep dark sleep that you never wake up from.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Chapters











