Grant Smith

I already published my first book when I was only 13 years old. Dragons of Power: The Burning Truth. Writing is like an escape to me and I love to create worlds and characters that live in them.

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Grant Smith

I already published my first book when I was only 13 years old. Dragons of Power: The Burning Truth. Writing is like an escape to me and I love to create worlds and characters that live in them.

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Survivor’s Sin

Grant Smith

1 min read

Never trust a survivor until you know what they did to survive. What a crazy thing to say or even think!

At least those were the words that filled my mind as I walked down the dark alleyway. Another set of footsteps that belonged to my new friend walked to my side. His soaked boots made a loud squishy noice every time they came in contact with the pavement below.

The moon was out along with the...

Blackmailed

Grant Smith

2 min read

I slide the bag across the diner table, the the hooded figure opposite of me peers inside.

“Where the hell did you find this?!” He hissed, looking up from the bag.

I smiled. “Just the warehouse. Yknow, the one you and your men visited last night,”

The mob boss reached into the bag pulling out a black tape.

“It’s all recorded in there,” I continued smugly. “The break in. The boxes you stole. T...

Better Run

Grant Smith

1 min read

I could barely remember the previous night. The air I breathed in was cold. My gut was heavy with worry. All I could remember was the sound of my door bashing against the floor.

Then I woke up here.

I looked around desperately. The room was dimly lit with just one flickering light bulb hanging from a torn up cord. Suddenly I realized the numerous blood spots that dotted around the concrete floor.

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What Hurts The Most

Grant Smith

1 min read

Having to leave was always a fear in the back of my mind. I never thought it would happen tho. I mean, who does?

Slowly I threw my legs to the side of the bed and sat upright. My shirtless back rubbed up on my partner’s sleeping body, making me want to stay even more.

“You can’t,” I whispered to myself in the darkness. “You can’t stay with her,”

As much as I was dreading it there was no other op...

Chains

Grant Smith

1 min read

“And I’ll see you tomorrow for your execution,” the officer laughed.

I threw out my fist in defiance, hoping to land some kind of hit on the cockee man. I didn’t. My wrist was yanked back painfully by the metal chains that bound me to the wall.

“It’ll be a shame for the rebellion to loose such a fighter in their army,” the man continued to mock.

I just stood there, knowing that I was powerless....

Anyones Game

Grant Smith

1 min read

January 28, 2079

It was all a normal day. Get to the Quick N Go, clock in, then work the day. I remember the sirens singing in the streets as I walked to work that morning. I thought nothing of it.

The first hour was slow. Only a few costumers walked in at a time buying needless junk like chips or sodas.

But then came the second hour. It was the oddest thing and yet I could see it coming from a...

Mercy?

Grant Smith

1 min read

“Please,” I began to plead, standing to my feet. “I have a wife. A daughter.” The lanky man just tilted his head. To my horror, a blood-thirsty smile scraped onto his face. He just continued to walk forward, bloody crowbar in hand. The edge of the weapon dripped as the killer walked nearer and nearer to me. “Really! You don’t have to do this!” I was backed up against the wall with my hands raised....

Text That Ends It All

Grant Smith

1 min read

Chloe looked up from her knees to the shut-off phone on the table. The screen was cracked and a piece of the case chipped off. She didn’t mean to throw it. The moment Kevin sent her that text, she just did it instinctively. Slowly she brought her knees to her body, hiding her face underneath her knees. Chloe still remembered the words that caused her grief. “Something has just felt off recently. I...