The Next Step Forward_Baptized_DRONE - by CC DARLING_Walking Ash
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The Next Step Forward
SPLAT! The popsicle slid off of its stick and onto the ground. Clutched tight, the stick almost snapped in the hands of the unlucky loser of a popsicle. Slowly, tears formed in her eyes, just as they had when she was little.“Come on Cherry, don’t cry. You’re not five anymore.”“I’m not crying, for goodness sake.” This was true, yet the tears started to slowly well in Cherry’s eyes.“Whatever, spelleing. And when you Spelle, you cry.”“Not true! This is how I Spelle, and it’s not crying.” The tears of magic slowly dripped down Cherry’s face, glowing slightly as they dripped onto the ground next to...
Baptized
He baptized in fire.There was a once a city that gave people everything they wished for. It is the place where dreams are made real. An urban environment boomed with technology and architecture. Fast cars and exotic life was the dream of every young bud who came to this city. But beyond its boundaries were hell, stinking and fuming with harmful gases billowing into space. When the World found various ways to make our lives easier, they forgot to break down the things we leave behind. Joe Flint has never been a fan of the pomp and showy lifestyle. He lived in his tiny apartment in the borders. ...
DRONE - by CC DARLING
Chapter 6 –The University of Advanced Aero Platform Dynamics – Drone Laboratories, Houston, Texas Stella didn’t want any long, drawn out goodbyes with her parents. She continued to pack her things for college, cry a few tears thinking about leaving her home and her Mom and Dad. But when the day she had to drive to the University, she kissed her Mom and Dad who both helped her get her bags out the door. She knew her Dad had something up his sleeve. But she didn’t know what. As they walked out the door, her Dad called her name. Stella? As she turned around, he pulled out car keys and dangled th...
Walking Ash
My lungs burned, scorching a hole inside my chest.www.onedoor.cc For all I knew, my breathing sacks were eating my heart. It would explain the pounding that gave the speed of light a run for its money. Prison guards screamed behind me, and I forced my lungs to go harder. They were what allowed me to run. To try and escape. The battle between my heart and lungs would have to wait.Branches and thorns attacked my ankles. My thighs. My cheeks. I didn't care. I needed to get as far away from those guards as possible.Another shout thundered against my eardrums, slightly closer this time. How was that even possib...