Tag: Fear
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The Hand That Steers A Kingdom – Part 9
The man sang like a canary, and Connor emerged with a plan, leaving the guards life in the hands of the ship’s doctor. Anfir’s rebellion could use any other information he possessed. He wiped the blood off his hands as he made his way to the captain’s quarters. Sarai looked up from the map she ... -
The Vanishing – Part 3
Part 1 Part 2 Pyper rode in silence with Abigor on the shiny black horse. The massive animal trotted with grace through the ash-filled streets of the in-between—the after death realm. Sadness filled her heart. Why did I have to die? An aneurism? How is that possible? My family needs me! She averted her eyes ... -
To Whom Have I Become (The End)
So how does my story end? Is it a happy ending? Or is the truth of reality leading us to a sad realness that can’t be defined? The truth is, I don’t know. It’s day one for me again. Almost like being born for a second time. I’m learning how to cope with my moods, ... -
The Vanishing – Part 2
Part 1 Pyper stared at the massive silhouette moving through the dark, ash-filled street—heading her way. Goosebumps crawled on her skin, and she forced a gulp down her dry throat. Its slow approach was unusual—inhuman. What else could it be? It must be a person, she mused. An urge to duck onto her Jeep’s flooring ... -
The Hand That Steers A Kingdom – Part 8
Click here to read parts 1-7. If Sarai had any say in it, she’d never get on a boat again in her life. The short trip to the Islands had been nausea-inducing, the ride to the port closest to Tutti’s village was a carnival of torture. Out of sight of land, they maneuvered between Doerman ... -
What About Disability Rights?
To All Americans, I’m terrified to grow up. But not for the reasons boomers may think. I am afraid that chasing my dreams will literally kill me. And I’m torn between living the life that I want and deserve and maintaining my health. I will be completing my Master’s program in less than 2 months. ... -
The Vanishing – Part 1
Pyper despised cleaning the closet underneath the stairwell. Irrational fears of evil monsters donning sharp claws and lurking within the space haunted her. For years, she neglected the remarkably ample area and simply tossed items inside to store. Now she sat amidst the massive clutter: backpacks, duffle bags, suitcases, and totes. If Harry Potter could ... -
The Stalker
Raindrops fell from the sky, blowing sideways from gusts of wind. Felix took cover under a large oak tree and glanced at his watch: 4:20 a.m. An evil smirk spread across his face. He slipped the black hood over his head and walked through the rainy darkness toward Mara’s car. She never locked her Land ... -
Survivor’s Pledge – A Free-Verse Poem
darlings, remember, the dark shapes hiding in the night friendly enemies fornicating your good nature they peek out from under your bed, creep beneath your pillow, stalk the lonely roads of your dreams and breathe new life as figures that haunt your waking world his breath may linger hot on your skin burnt like a ... -
Friends Aren’t Just Another Hashtag
I am at a loss for words this week. No, it’s not because of writer’s block, or not having confidence in my writing. This week, I am scared. I know Covid-19 is still an issue, but now our country was once again reminded of the horrors of police brutality. A Black man named George Floyd was killed ...