Fool's Paradise: Chapter4

:: The sun is high and the humidity is sweltering. Our campsite consists of a towering pile of driftwood, stacked for a fire, and the pile of sandy luggages in the sand where we slept. Angus claims we should be on the open beach where hovercrafts and satellites can see us.   A fire isn't lit but Angus claims he'll figure it out for us. We're all too tired from lugging around driftwood and luggages across the beach to argue all of his claims. A breeze sweeps in from the sea and I sigh when it reaches me. Looking up the beach...

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Fool's Paradise: Chapter3

:: Brianna and I pick up any stray luggages on the beach and drag them to a pile where Angus has decided will be our campsite. We were set with the task only because they concluded that we are brave enough to venture close to the plane.  I'm stuffing spilled clothing back into a bag when I hear Brianna shriek from near the treeline. I abandon the soaked and sandy shirt in my hand and start running towards the sound. The short time I've talked to her has secured her as a friend, surprising me. Friends were not encouraged in our...

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Fool's Paradise: Chapter2

:: A groan signifies the first person to wake up. I watch as she pries her hand from the confines of the blankets to rub at her eyes. She lazily blinks, and when she finally opens her eyes, they lock with mine. To my shock, she laughs. "Morning," she chimes, a smile straining on her lips as she fights out of her trapped blanket. She rolls out of the group, causing a string of groans from those that she crushes as she rolls from over them. Straightening, she pats herself of the sand, pushing her short black hair over her forehead when...

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Fool's Paradise: Chapter1

I have a bunch of chapters already written for this story so let me know what you think. This is my take on the "stranded on an island" theme. It has a slight sci-fi feel (which will be more in depth in the second story, which really depends on this story...), but I'm focusing on human psychology and primal tendencies on a universe where survival tactics is not normally introduced.  So this is really just a story set in the future where being stranded is never thought to happen (not like it should be, but I'm paranoid and...

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Anything But Green

JournalWord: Shucking. :: The greens of the corn stalks are the only shade to the unrelenting blaze of the flaming ball, tossed into the vast blue and whites of foaming clouds on a cool glass of water. The flat lands of the farm are covered in a stand-still carpet of tall, swooping stalks, heavy with the late summer harvest. The hanging pods of the corn bob like sunflowers dancing to the hum of bumblebees, and wait for the grateful support of a calloused hand twisting the vegetable off it’s precarious cliff.  I shimmy through the...

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My-Oh-My-Oh-My

Your opinions matter, even if it's just a comment that you liked something about the story or if the concept reminded you of something. I want to know. I strive to know what makes you tick and how I can write to create the tock.  (Yeah, that sounds weird..) Just having the knowledge that a story I wrote stirred a thought in your mind, my-oh-my:  That is an author's dream. So read a story and indulge me, if you will. (and any suggestions are welcome, whether for a topic or general criticism) ~mer...

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Fool's Paradise (Prologue)

This is the prologue to a story I've been thinking about. Take a read and tell me what you think.  The synopsis is at the end of this post. :: Fool's Paradise: Prologue Waves rock against the hover-jet and, disoriented, I push myself up into my seat. My head starts to pound in my skull when my sluggish fingers scrape for the seat belt. I almost fall out of my seat when the latch releases, and it's struggle to stand as everything is spinning.  I grab hold of a seat as I drag my feet into the aisle, kicking plastic...

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Lesbian Bathroom Fiasco

JournalWord: Bathroom escapades.  :: "You thought I was a lesbian?!" A few steps ahead, Liam's foot skips on a stone and he almost lands headfirst into the pebble path. Boy, is she loud. "Come on, THREE girls, one shower stall, funny noises.." Liam's shoulders twitch in a suspicious way and he makes a quiet snorting noise.  Chela wishes she can just die."I'm not a lesbian! They weren't even girls, it wa-" Liam stops pretending not to listen to their conversation, looking over his shoulder and gives Chela...

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Endless

JournalWord: Beyond the black hole. :: She dreams of lying on a hill on a fall night, grass blinking at the stars in sprinkled dew. She would be cold, and she’d shiver and shake at every rustle of the wind, but maybe, for once, she’d be happy and painless.  It would be dark and quiet, as if the world was suspended on tight, thin wires, with only her light breath disturbing the peace. She would spend the night counting the shattered galaxies, the shimmering atmospheres, in whispers meant only for the moon. It would feel intimate...

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Noises In Our Rib Cages

JournalWord: Sounds in a tent. :: He pours a portion of his coffee into a cup from his thermos and smiles. "Thanks," she says, reaching for the steaming cup. He screws the lid back on and leans forward as she blows at the steam. He smiles. She twitches. "Y'know," he says, abruptly sitting up, "You're very relaxed in this situation." She looks up at his ever-happy expression, not clueing in. "What situation?" "Oh, just the situation where you're alone with a guy who's interested in you." She stares at his pleased smile...

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Through The Chest

JournalWord: Listening to a heart. :: "You have a heartbeat?" "You can hear it really well if you press your ear against her chest." "You let him touch you?!" "No, I didn't!" "You promised that I could listen again." "No, I did not."  "That's not fair! I want to listen too!" "Get off me! Let go-" "I want to listen too. It's only fair." "Wow. That's quite aggressive." "Stop him! It's your fault that this is happening!" "That looks fun. Can I join in?" "No!" "Please?" "Of course not! It's my...

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Blown Out Star

JournalWord: Burned out from revenge. :: The sky is a sea filled with stars, and he is the one fading sparkle in the depths, drowning in his own ambitions. The fire of his bitter regrets creep higher and higher, burning his flesh and blackening the edges of what little twisted soul he has been trying to salvage.  It’s too beautiful a sight for something so tragic. Gazes are drawn away, in frequent intervals to document the destruction’s progress. The focus is on the tip of the blind side, just enough to watch the spectacular show.  There...

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