Moran Fusheng
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Locked Door - 8. The Long Road to Recovery [end]. AI-Generated.
Days had passed since the night of terror, but for Emily, it felt like only moments. The events of that night lingered in her mind like a storm cloud, casting a shadow over everything she did. The campus had returned to its usual rhythm, students going about their daily lives, but for Emily and her friends, nothing felt normal anymore.
By Moran Fushengabout a year ago in Criminal
Locked Door - 7. Fractured Reflections. AI-Generated.
The morning sun cast a pale light over the campus, washing everything in a soft, almost ethereal glow. The events of the night seemed like a distant memory, but the tension in the air was still palpable. Emily and Hannah sat in the small room, the fatigue from the night’s ordeal weighing heavily on them. The officers had left them alone for now, promising to return with more information once things had settled down.
By Moran Fushengabout a year ago in Criminal
Locked Door - 6. A Nightmare Revealed. AI-Generated.
As the first rays of dawn began to pierce the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the campus, Emily’s exhaustion weighed heavily on her. The adrenaline that had fueled her throughout the night was fading, leaving behind a bone-deep weariness. The warmth of the blanket the police had given her offered little comfort against the chill that had settled in her bones.
By Moran Fushengabout a year ago in Criminal
Locked Door - 5. A Glimmer of Hope. AI-Generated.
The grove of trees provided little comfort as Emily and Hannah huddled together, their breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The chill of the night air seeped through their thin clothing, but it was the fear that kept them shivering. The dormitory loomed ominously in the distance, a dark silhouette against the cloudy night sky, and every rustle of the leaves around them made Emily jump.
By Moran Fushengabout a year ago in Criminal
Locked Door - 4. The Suffocating Night. AI-Generated.
The oppressive darkness seemed to swallow the room whole, leaving Emily and Hannah feeling completely isolated, as if they were the last two people left in the world. The only sound was the faint, irregular breathing of both girls, each breath a struggle as they tried to keep their fear at bay. The door had closed, but the sense of danger remained, hanging in the air like a thick fog.
By Moran Fushengabout a year ago in Criminal
Locked Door - 3. A Descent into Fear. AI-Generated.
Emily could feel her heart pounding in her chest, each beat reverberating through her entire body. The footsteps outside the door had finally faded, but the sense of impending danger lingered, thick and suffocating. She and Hannah sat in the dark, their bodies rigid with fear, their ears straining for any sound that might signal the return of whoever—or whatever—had been stalking the hallway.
By Moran Fushengabout a year ago in Criminal
Locked Door - 2. The Chilling Encounter
Emily and Hannah sat in the darkened dorm room, their nerves frayed from the growing tension. The glow from their phones provided the only light, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The minutes seemed to drag on endlessly, and each one felt like a lifetime. They were trapped, both physically and mentally, in a situation that seemed increasingly surreal and terrifying.
By Moran Fushengabout a year ago in Criminal
Locked Door - 1. The Unsettling Message
The clock on Emily’s desk glowed softly in the dim light of her dorm room, the numbers ticking closer to 11:00 PM. She had been studying for hours, buried in textbooks and notes, trying to prepare for an upcoming exam. The usual hum of late-night activity in the dormitory was comforting—a familiar blend of muffled conversations, the occasional laughter echoing from down the hall, and the distant sound of music from someone’s speakers.
By Moran Fushengabout a year ago in Criminal
Frozen Blaze - 07: Cracks in the Diamond. AI-Generated.
The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of the small living room, casting a warm, golden glow over the space where Zane Shaw sat with his wife, JingMing Wong. Despite the years they had spent together—eight in total—the bond between them remained strong, their connection evident in the easy banter and the comfortable silences they shared.
By Moran Fushengabout a year ago in Criminal
Frozen Blaze - 06: The Unseen Shadows. AI-Generated.
The large meeting room at the vocational high school was filled with a sense of unease as parents and students filed in, taking their seats around the long, rectangular table. The walls were lined with old, faded posters promoting academic excellence, but today, the atmosphere was anything but uplifting. Zane Shaw stood near the entrance, his sharp eyes observing the room as he waited for the meeting to begin.
By Moran Fushengabout a year ago in Criminal
Frozon Blaze - 04: The Fifth Letter
Zane Shaw sat in his dimly lit apartment, the faint glow of the evening sun filtering through the blinds. His mind was restless, thoughts swirling around the mysterious letters that had been arriving with unsettling regularity. The fifth one had come today, and it was just as cryptic as the others, mentioning yet another traffic accident—an accident that, Zane was certain, had not happened yet.
By Moran Fushengabout a year ago in Criminal
