Sela Locke

It wasn’t Keylaia’s fault. She’d just been running down the beach in her red tankini when it happened. She ran right into someone, and fell, hitting her head on a ...

I look for deep weather, To take me down away, The light seems far gone now, And nothing have I to say. I struggle in the smother'ngs, Of day's lightest ...

This may begin oddly, but trust me, it will stay that way, so don't go away. ^^ ------ Trying hard to not think of something isn’t always the best idea, ...

You can find the enormity of Sourblood in the one, first thread. Simply titled, 'Sourblood'.

Once again, enormity of Sourblood in simply named, 'Sourblood' thread. =D

Enormity of this story is in my portfolio, simply named 'Sourblood'. Get it now?! xD

This is actually based on true and real happenings - the two kids Rose (13) and Ben (12) have had their names changed for privacy, and for the fact that ...

I might not put any more on. Not sure, to be honest. I finally folded under Chern's constant pelting about it. (Sorry Chernobyl, bit of an exaggeration. ^_^; ) - ...

What? Yes, this is a short story. It should be about three chapters long. 'S for a class thing I have. He didn’t know where he could possibly be, or ...

This is, without a doubt, one of my favorite books. Ever. It is, in a nutshell, about the revival of magic in England in the early nineteenth century. The characters ...

“How very nice to – see you again, milord.”I heard him chuckle softly from somewhere deep in the gloom, and was glad, then, for the lack of light, else he ...

It smelled like fresh paint and old books, and maybe a little mold. There was a man in the back corner reading a comic book, because he thought he was ...

Minutes passed, and every once in a while there again came that crinkling, spine-tingling sound as page after page turned. Once I thought I heard a voice mumbling along to ...

It's E for now, but I might change the rating if things get dicey, later. No nitpicks please--this chapter's a bit rough, and I haven't decided yet if I want ...

I had a sudden inspiration the other day, in the form of an amazing character in a not-so-amazing movie. Anyone heard of Mr. Teatime? Well he reminded me of paper-ink-man, ...

Fourth installment. No nitpicks please!Maybe it was hours later, our minutes, or a whole year, but finally, the sound of a book shutting snapped me out of my self-pitying stupor, ...

It was warm that night. Warm so the sweat dripped offa you, warm so your insides boiled like Mama’s pot on the fire. The blinds had all been shut, and ...

The street was dark. The darkness therein was not one wistful, poetic—it was ugly, and thick as a lumpy quilt. There was no one there, and not even the slightest ...

When the nurse – I don’t remember her name – left me alone with my runny eggs and soggy toast, I took the opportunity to study my new cage. There ...

The day passed slowly. Thorne had given me more work than ever before, and all over the manor, so I spent half the time cleaning, sweeping and dusting, and half ...

It seemed the sun was shining extra-bright the next morning when I got up. I dressed quickly, and nearly ran down the hall to the kitchen. All the fighting for ...

This is something that came to me a bit ago. It's a rough draft and I know it's not perfect, but I'd much prefer honest criticism to cankerous little nitpicks, ...

Foam sprinkled the sandy shore; a soft sunset-light twinkled along the darkening, rippling sea. A salty breeze brushed along the dunes and danced around the tops of the cliffs, and ...

“There are no words that can truly do justice to it. Any of it. And that’s why I never say anything. Because people in stories always blurt everything out and ...