《After the Aftermath》Limits
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Noah raced his motorcycle along the dry Georgia path. He'd been driving for a week until finally got to Georgia. He quickly pulled into a gas station. He hurriedly got gas and then parked to go inside to get food. He bought a snickers. The burly man at the register grunted at Noah and rung up the bar. The sun was setting filling the parking lot with a pink and gold glow. Noah rested against his bike while he ate his snickers. It had been Elle's favorite candy bar, now it was his. He sighed as he threw the trash away and started his bike. He missed Elle so much. And he was worried. What was Richard thinking? He knew Noah would kill him for taking Elle, so why would he, why would he take her?
Elle had been wondering lately how Noah was doing. And wether or not he was awake yet. They had filed her into a car and drove her there a week ago. They were now in a shady looking warehouse near the Maryland/ Virginia border. Elle was sitting in her room praying to God that Noah would wake soon when there was a knock at her door.
"Come in!" She called as she stood. It was Eric.
"Richard wants to see you."
Lee had been pacing in his room for an hour now. Rachel sat at his desk on his computer looking for- he didn't actually know what she was looking for. He continued to pace restlessly as Rachel typed silently. Noah had gone missing a week ago today and Elle had now been missing for four weeks. This was the absolute worst time for the Flynn's and Elle.
"Rachel what are you looking for?" Lee asked for about the fifth time that hour.
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"Hold on!" She had been saying that for the past six hours they'd been there. Lee had had enough. He spun her swivel chair around to face him. Resting his hands on the arm rests he leaned in.
"You gotta let me in, here, Rach." She sighed.
"Like you let me in?" She asked. He rolled his eyes and stood up.
"Lee look," she said standing, " I know this sucks okay, but you have to trust me."
"With what? I don't know what you are doing!" Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Well it was you and then you broke up with me." She muttered. Lee was taken by surprise. Rachel was usually sweet.
"What's with the attitude?" Lee asked finally.
"Nothing." She sighed. "Just forget I said anything."
Lee rolled his eyes. He didn't understand the need for Rachel be passive aggressive and petty.
"Whatever." He said.
"Don't 'whatever' me." Rachel accused standing up.
"What do you want from me then?" Lee asked his arms crossed.
"I don't know, some support couldn't hurt! I'm doing this stupid thing for you because you've been angry and depressed over Noah's departure and Elle's friggin disappearance and all you can do is make unhelpful, snarky comments!" Rachel blurted out. Lee stared at her angrily and kind of impressed. She sighed and sat back down.
"Ah ha, here it is!" She exclaimed. Lee rushed to the computer.
"What?"
"Here look. These are traffic cam recordings from three weeks ago." Lee was shocked.
"W-what! Can you find Noah?" She shook her head.
"I haven't tried yet, I've just been hacking into the footage." Lee was still excited.
"Rachel I could kiss you, this is amazing!" Rachel's breathe hitched.
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"Then why don't you?" She stood up from the chair. Lee was taken aback. This was like the kissing booth all over again, him alone and depressed and her saving him with a kiss.
"Why don't you buck up and be a man and kiss me? Why can't you see that our break up was a mistake and that you should have held onto me? Why won't you admit that you need me and just kiss me?" Rachel looked at Lee with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. Lee slowly shook his head.
"I have no idea." He said as he moved toward her. He bent down and she leaned in to him and their lips crashed together. His hands fell at her waist, lifting her up onto the desk. They moved with each other, each kiss deeper then the last. Lee's hands fiddled with the hem of Rachel's shirt. He paused and looked at her for permission. She nodded as he tore off her shirt.
Noah had been riding in Georgia all night. He was a little tired but his adrenaline kept him going. Elle was the one thought on his mind. I
He'd never given much thought to their future before, but he swore to himself that if he could save her, after she graduated he'd marry her. He knew this thought was only hopeful words whispered between two love struck teenagers, but he still loved her no matter what. As he rode on he noticed city lights glittering in the -distance. He'd been on a dirt road with only his headlight as a guide for the past hour and a half. This must be South Carolina. He thought. The sooner he got to Boston and kicked Richard's pretentious, sunglasses wearing, ass the better he'd feel.
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Tethered
Noah Fel was a [Ritualist] for the Collegium. As a professor, his daily routine consisted largely of grading papers, writing apprentice recommendations, and helping to ensure that his students didn't blow themselves up. Truly, it was a rewarding job. Now though, displaced from his home in the after-effects of a ritual gone wrong, follow Fel on an inadvertent fantasy world adventure! Lands to travel, people to meet, and deaths to be had! Here you’ll find rituals, monsters, magic, a number of distractions, and more nervously written author’s notes than you can shake a stick at! A stand-alone brother story to Barkept Image of the book displayed in the Cover-Art by Noupload (Am I allowed to write author's notes in the Synopsis? Yeah why not- random thoughts, Go!) I've never done this before, but I've got this neat leather-bound notebook and a will to write, so let's have an adventure! If I do write something stupid, inconsistent, or strange, however... please do call me out on it?I love well-meaning corrections, they're one of the best ways I could improve! With all that out of the way, the author will sit here and transition into talking in the 3rd person while on break. It's the only time he's able to write. Don't worry, the work-break won't last long. Something is always sure to go wrong here at th
8 246Dream Game: Fighting for my Desires
Kira Anderson has never had it easy. He finally worked up the courage to admit his feelings to his crush since middle school only to be shot down cold. He has always had a tall and frail body structure causing him to be picked on a lot, his name didn't help any either. His parents are divorced and he lives with his dad's ex-wife who is not even his real mother, but treats him like more of a son than his biological parents ever did. The only thing that has brought him sanity in his depressing life is his ex-stepmom and video games. One night, while he is sleeping, he is given the chance to grasp what he desires. Authors Note: Cover Art is a picture from Google Images. Feel free to submit some drawings if you want (even though I really like this picture) This is another story that I have been thinking about writing and I haven't been able to get some of it out of my head. I am going to write this one along with my other story. (Warning story is partially wish fullfilment.) Chapter release times and daters are honsetly whenever I can. Also, if any one has anything to add that they feel would make this story better please let me know although I can't promise that I will add it in or change something I will at least take your ideas into consideration as long as it don't change my view for the story too much. Please read all the chapters posted before getting mad over something that doens't make sense, it may have been explained in the next chapter or a later chapter. If it has not been explained feel free to comment or pm me and I will do my best to explain it in a future chapter or in a reply for you.
8 194Another Day
New day shall come, again and again. Some will see it, some won't. And that is what I have been telling myself for quite some time... One more day. Just one more day. 18+ Extreme profanity, violence and gore. Size of chapters grow a 'bit'. [Chapter 4 - 2000 words.] [Chapter 20 - 15000 words.] This project was caused by huge amount of fantasy stories I have read on royalroad, and the issues I had, and still have with them. Don't like, make your own. Right? Anyway, please read the tags carefully, each one of them is there for a reason. This is my first story so don't expect too much.
8 212In Pursuit of Glory
I felt a huge physical force slam into my back. I didn't have any time to think as I rocketed into the wall and felt the drywall dent beneath my body. Eyes wide, I groaned and began to push off the wall when, unceasingly relentless, my assailant backstabbed me with a knife to my gut. I gasped; being stabbed there is no laughing matter. Even today, with all the advances of science, a wound like that can easily be mortal. Most likely would be. I gasped for air with a snarl, funneling the wind into my lungs to help them expand after being pancaked into the wall. Nobody f***ing backstabs me and gets away with it. If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I love being alive. I love it more than anything else. It’s something only a dead person can understand, and I feel myself forgetting all the time. But there’s a secret to death, and I keep it with me. Always. It’s never permanent, it’s never peaceful, and it’s always filled with regrets. But death, despite all of its shortfalls, can give a short respite from life, like a comfy afternoon nap. Death is Respite. It’s a rest for the weary. And to all those people who wander in death lonesome and regretting their broken lives - always, without fail, cut too short - I beg them to take advantage of it. I tell everyone to take advantage of death, even when I can’t bring myself to do so. --- Ciaran travels the world in pursuit of Glories, unfathomable, power-bestowing balls of golden light sequestered in difficult-to-reach places. A fun fantasy romp with a character with an unorthodox narrative voice trying to find his purpose in the world.
8 70Carmen Sandiego 2019 One-Shot Book
Cover by: @AggressiveKittyCat Some Carmen Sandiego drabbles I come up with a lot daily. Updates may be slow, though! PS: requests are open!!
8 142Me and my Autism
Hello! My name is Josefine, and i'm from Denmark. I have Autism. My kindergarten teachers found me acting differently than the other children when i was a child, so they told my parents, and they got someone to check me, and then they found out i have Autism. I was only 2-3 years old (wich makes me really lucky, since it's mostly boys who gets Autism) and today, i'm 15 years old! Some days ago, i decided to make small comics and drawing based around my Autism. They show how i feel and see the world. This might not be what every Autism Person experience, since we're all different from each other. I hope you'll enjoy reading this! ♥
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