Moon-Light returned that night. He had obtained a wound somehow, a thorn in his paw. Red-Rose examined it with care but even so the cub pulled back in bitter pain.“You know Moon-Light there’s this story that ma used to tell Snow and I when we were younger. It was about a prince and a princess. They were young, much too young to get married or even have romantic feelings for each other. They were the best of friends and sp...
Chapter One She stood looking out at the dying land. The environment had suffered millennia of poisoning. The earth, air and water. Decades ago people had been aware and had tried to halt the depletion of the earth. It seemed all but too late now. Zenith Sutton was nineteen, average height. She had a strong, lean body and long strawberry blond hair. She had blue eyes that still held a glint despite the harshness of her li...
It was an anomaly of nature that housed nature’s anomalies. Jutting hundreds of feet out of the cold North Atlantic was an island pillar of jagged rock forming a platform above the frigid waves. Sitting on top was a true hell on Earth. A relic of the Cold War, once a fort used by the Americans to watch for Russian ships that would dare attempt sailing the glacier filled waters, has since been turned into a prison they cal...
Summer holidays aren't what they used to be. Everyone's into my baby brother now, which is fine, but it means I've got to look after my little sister. "Take Louise for a swim son." She can't swim. She's only six. She just paddles and cries if too much water splashes her face. There are some kids about my age climbing round the bottom of the big rock nearby, exploring its rock pools. They'd let me explore with them if I we...
Dr. Zach Robertson looked at his watch like an excited child. Some people say he was still a child, but the 26 year old genius showed the adults what that child could do when he received his doctorate in quantum physics at the age of 15. Through all the lectures, studying, lab work he has spent in his short life, patience was one trait he has yet to master. The past three and half hours he has been watching 74 year old Ge...
Prologue I breathed out heavily as I turned the key and entered my rundown apartment. Every evening seemed to start this way. Only tonight there was something different. "In you come," I coaxed, and the small black cat went through my legs into my home. The cat had no collar nor had I seen it before. I picked it up just after I had left work, he seemed hungry and was very skinny. I felt sorry for the thing, so out of the...
The big house on the hill sat empty, it had been that way since the civil war. We live in Virginia; my stepfather’s family owns many acres of land. Our little house sits in the holler, and I mean tiny compared to the mansion that sits in view of our front porch; we own both houses. I asked Troy, my stepfather, why we live in this small house when we could live in the huge one overlooking the holler. He said it was dangero...
When the light of your eyes shall make pallid the mean lesser lights I pursue , And the charm of your presence shall lure me from love of the gay “thirteen two.” - Kipling.More or less in unison and more or less in tune the congregation sang,“Except the Lord build the house; their labour is but lost that build it. Except the Lord keep the city; the watchman waketh but in vain. It is but lost labour that ye rise up early,...
“We’ve been here before,” said a voice Mary was sure she recognised. Mary struggled to call out to them. Her mouth, dried and cracked from two days of wandering in the desert with no water, only let out a whimper, too soft for others to hear. Catherine! she screamed in her head; but she only let out a sound like a sheep’s bleat. She had thought she had been abandoned in the harshness of the desert. Her body was not proper...
Life, she laughs at me, especially tonight as I sit at my computer. The machine is a heap of shit. The keys are sticky with age; the keyboard is stained and the space button is missing. Instead of a large friendly space bar, all I have is a small plastic sensor. I've been training my fingers to touch with fair accuracy. I believe that if you don’t make your decisions then nobody will make them for you. It's better to over...
When I finally roll out of bed it's late on Saturday morning. The daylight seeps in, past the shitty layers of sheets strung up over the large window. It reigns dirty yellow light over my squalid kingdom. I attempt to get up, tipping and swaying; my body an unwilling vessel on the high seas of my hang over. Outside the corridor is much darker. The hallway carpet deadens my footfalls as I sneak into the lounge room. I am n...
The tropical island's wharf suddenly jumped to life as the long strides of the seasoned pilot sounded on it's sodden planks. A young port officer hesitantly approached the advancing aviator."I've got time for everything else kid, but I don't have time for subtlety, and I sure as hell don't have time for eloquent prose," the tall ex air force captain stated while pushing past the younger and greener man."But, but..." was a...
Chastity gently pulled back on the reins, halting Stormcloud’s progress, a bewildered look upon her face. She could have sworn she’d passed through this meadow earlier. Unrolling her map, she studied it carefully, making note of the location of the river that passed through the Faerie Kingdom. According to Glint & Barnes, there should have been a bridge here and yet, obviously there was none. The pathway simply led to the...
HuntersChapter Two: The GrievingBy Nathan MullinsShimmer was afraid. He had lost his adoptive mum, the one person who cared for him who was human, never mind what Whisper thought, this wasn't about her. This was about Shimmer's chances of survival. Already, the one asset whom he truly cherished had now perished. He was on his own from this day forward.Whisper greeted him in the tower block, and together, they sat down on...
Hunters: By Nathan MullinsThere was something coming. The girl could not describe what it was, for there was nothing to see, nothing solid painting a single picture able to convey just what was being spoken of by the boy, of whom was now screaming, screeching.His mum was standing beside him now, her hands on his shoulders, in an attempt to comfort him. This neither worked, nor had any effect on either him or her. "What is...
