Dramas are plot-driven stories with lots of conflicts and where every action moves the story along. They follow a clear narrative and are often emotionally driven as well. This can be a very broad genre.
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- Breakfast at Hattus
The full book Ephron Son of Zohar is available free as ebook on all online retailers but here is Chapter One to whet your appetite. Breakfast at Hattus “Wake up, Ephron. There won’t be anything left if you don’t hurry.” A female voice penetrated Ephron’s groggy consciousness as he rolled over. “We didn’t get anything hunting yesterday,” said Ephron. “I’d rather sleep than eat yesterday’s stew. Nothing but vegetables.” He didn’t move until … “Ow! What was that for?” This time he opened his eyes and looked through the darkness. One of his sisters had just poked him. He wasn’t - UNREPENTANT
It was the perfect crime. However, death grabbed a soul when one least expected, and while I had outsmarted countless men, I couldn’t outwit death forever. My blood trickled down the mirror, the black room engulfing me silent except for the flatline ringing in my ears. Trotter had kept me alive till the cops came and ran—as every member of the Undead were instructed if ever a situation were to occur—when they found us but I must’ve flatlined. Funny. One false move. One betrayal. And the mission I’d worked on since I was twelve years old crashed and burned. Who - I Don’t Do Water
A knock sounds at the door of Carlos’s hotel room and he snaps to attention out of habit. Realizing that he was miles away from the nearest base and even further from the combat zone, he stops long enough to think about who might be knocking. He hadn’t ordered room service. He didn’t invite anyone over. Pushing down his many aversion and worst-case scenario thoughts, Carlos sneaks toward the door and fights off the urge to swear when he remembers that the door didn’t have a peephole. Aren’t hotels required to have peepholes? Carlos wonders as he reaches down to - His Unfading Star“Is this what it’s like, my love?” Soren reached for the hand of Rhizah, his wife of thirty years, fighting the shiver of fear quivering his words. “Don’t fret, Soren,” she replied softly, rubbing the swollen knuckles on his hand. “It’s not the most horrible thing to happen.” His wife was born blind, so she was at quite peace with the dark. She was probably the most humble, trusting woman he’d ever known, especially since she’s had to depend on him to see for her for the past thirty-something years. He never been without sight, and the the past 48 hours of
- Mara, Jaded No MoreMara trembled in Thesius’s grasp, his fingers vice gripping her upper arm as he pushed her toward the Teacher. But she didn’t shiver with fear. Perhaps she should’ve been afraid. But she wasn’t. She was furious, livid at the injustice of it all. What of the coward who stood at the fringes of the assembling crowd, watching her anxiously, unsure what was to come of her? He said he loved her, but there he stood, sweating like an unclean swine, awkwardly hiding his embarrassment beneath his cloak’s hood and feigning indifference concerning her. Remembering his declarations of love just hours before now
- The Lost ScrollsHer fingers trembled as soon as the old, old scroll passed into her hands. She couldn’t see him very well in the dank light of the lantern, but her grandfather’s eyes glinted like gold flecks in a Klondike stream. They’d found them!!! It had been two years of grueling 10-hour days and nothing to show for it. Until today. For two years they had slept on the floor of the wind-hollowed cavern, awakened in the night by cougars and coyotes. For two years they’d eaten rice and fire-baked paratha with whatever wild game Mandy had been able to hunt. For
- Bad News
Alright, I have bad new. 🙁 If you’re seeing this, then there aren’t enough stories in the genre you want to check out! I know, it’s sad. But, there’s good news. What is it? YOU can write a story! Yes, you! Everyone has a story in them. No, we might not be the best at first, but we’re humans and we’re made to learn. Made to adapt. Made to create. If I was able to convince you, then please be sure to check out the page Write With Us and start going through the stories you’ve already written! 😀
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- Breakfast at HattusThe full book Ephron Son of Zohar is available free as ebook on all online retailers but here is Chapter One to whet your appetite. Breakfast at Hattus “Wake up, Ephron. There won’t be anything left if you don’t hurry.” A female voice penetrated Ephron’s groggy consciousness as he rolled over. “We didn’t get anything hunting yesterday,” said Ephron. “I’d rather sleep than eat yesterday’s stew. Nothing but vegetables.” He didn’t move until … “Ow! What was that for?” This time he opened his eyes and looked through the darkness. One of his sisters had just poked him. He wasn’t
- UNREPENTANTIt was the perfect crime. However, death grabbed a soul when one least expected, and while I had outsmarted countless men, I couldn’t outwit death forever. My blood trickled down the mirror, the black room engulfing me silent except for the flatline ringing in my ears. Trotter had kept me alive till the cops came and ran—as every member of the Undead were instructed if ever a situation were to occur—when they found us but I must’ve flatlined. Funny. One false move. One betrayal. And the mission I’d worked on since I was twelve years old crashed and burned. Who
- I Don’t Do WaterA knock sounds at the door of Carlos’s hotel room and he snaps to attention out of habit. Realizing that he was miles away from the nearest base and even further from the combat zone, he stops long enough to think about who might be knocking. He hadn’t ordered room service. He didn’t invite anyone over. Pushing down his many aversion and worst-case scenario thoughts, Carlos sneaks toward the door and fights off the urge to swear when he remembers that the door didn’t have a peephole. Aren’t hotels required to have peepholes? Carlos wonders as he reaches down to
- His Unfading Star“Is this what it’s like, my love?” Soren reached for the hand of Rhizah, his wife of thirty years, fighting the shiver of fear quivering his words. “Don’t fret, Soren,” she replied softly, rubbing the swollen knuckles on his hand. “It’s not the most horrible thing to happen.” His wife was born blind, so she was at quite peace with the dark. She was probably the most humble, trusting woman he’d ever known, especially since she’s had to depend on him to see for her for the past thirty-something years. He never been without sight, and the the past 48 hours of
- Mara, Jaded No MoreMara trembled in Thesius’s grasp, his fingers vice gripping her upper arm as he pushed her toward the Teacher. But she didn’t shiver with fear. Perhaps she should’ve been afraid. But she wasn’t. She was furious, livid at the injustice of it all. What of the coward who stood at the fringes of the assembling crowd, watching her anxiously, unsure what was to come of her? He said he loved her, but there he stood, sweating like an unclean swine, awkwardly hiding his embarrassment beneath his cloak’s hood and feigning indifference concerning her. Remembering his declarations of love just hours before now
- The Lost ScrollsHer fingers trembled as soon as the old, old scroll passed into her hands. She couldn’t see him very well in the dank light of the lantern, but her grandfather’s eyes glinted like gold flecks in a Klondike stream. They’d found them!!! It had been two years of grueling 10-hour days and nothing to show for it. Until today. For two years they had slept on the floor of the wind-hollowed cavern, awakened in the night by cougars and coyotes. For two years they’d eaten rice and fire-baked paratha with whatever wild game Mandy had been able to hunt. For
- Bad NewsAlright, I have bad new. 🙁 If you’re seeing this, then there aren’t enough stories in the genre you want to check out! I know, it’s sad. But, there’s good news. What is it? YOU can write a story! Yes, you! Everyone has a story in them. No, we might not be the best at first, but we’re humans and we’re made to learn. Made to adapt. Made to create. If I was able to convince you, then please be sure to check out the page Write With Us and start going through the stories you’ve already written! 😀