Shane D. Spear
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I am a small-town travel agent, who blends his love for creating dream vacations with short stories of adventure. Passionate about the unknown, exploring it for travel while staying grounded in the charm of small-town life.
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THE PHANTOM HEIST
Chapter 4: Historical Connections Sleep-deprived and shaken by the previous night's events, Sarah arrived at the Metropolitan Archives building when it opened at 8 AM. The text message had disappeared from her phone, but she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched—observed by something she couldn't see or understand.
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
THE PHANTOM HEIST
Chapter 3: Professional Skepticism Captain Diane Walker's office was immaculate—every file aligned at perfect right angles, pens arranged by color, and not a speck of dust on the mahogany desk. The captain herself was equally precise: silver-streaked hair pulled into a tight bun, not a wrinkle on her blazer despite the late hour.
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
THE PHANTOM HEIST
Chapter 2: The Investigation Begins The Meridian National Bank stood like a fortress of granite and glass, its Art Deco facade a remnant of a more optimistic era. Sarah pulled into the employee parking lot, her weathered Ford Taurus standing out among the sleek luxury sedans of bank executives.
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Horror
THE PHANTOM HEIST
Chapter 1: The Discovery Sarah Mathews rubbed her tired eyes and reached for her fourth cup of coffee. The digital clock on her desk read 11:42 PM, but the forensic lab hummed with the same fluorescent efficiency it maintained at all hours. Three days after the Meridian National Bank robbery, and she was still finding new details in the security footage.
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
Sarah Matthews and the Forbidden Feelings
In the detention center,where the captors had been taken, Sarah was processed efficiently, her possessions confiscated, and a new, stronger dose of Equilibrium administered against her will. As the drug entered her system, she fought to maintain her emotional clarity, focusing on the faces of those she'd come to care for—Elias, Luna, Dr. Wei, and the countless citizens who deserved the freedom to feel.
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
Sarah Matthews and the Forbidden Feelings
The old subway tunnels beneath Equilibrium were a labyrinth of darkness punctuated by emergency lights that flickered like dying stars. Sarah moved quickly, following Elias's directions, the data drive secure in an inner pocket.
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
Sarah Matthews and the Forbidden Feelings
Dawn broke over Equilibrium, the programmed lighting mimicking a sunrise nobody truly appreciated. Sarah had spent the night hiding in an automated maintenance alcove, her journalist's instincts telling her that her assigned apartment would no longer be safe.
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
Sarah Matthews and the Forbidden Feelings
The sleek hyperloop train glided into Equilibrium Central Station with barely a whisper. Sarah Matthews gathered her vintage leather messenger bag—an anachronism in this world of synthetic fabrics—and stepped onto the gleaming platform. The station was immaculate, all polished surfaces and muted colors, but what struck her most was the silence. Hundreds of people moved through the vast space with eerie efficiency, their faces blank canvases.
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
Sarah Matthews and the Forbidden Feelings
Morning in Equilibrium arrived with methodical precision. The lighting in Sarah's apartment gradually brightened to simulate dawn, and her comm device chimed with a gentle reminder: "Daily wellness supplement required before departure."
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
The Leonardo Paradox
The climb to the top of the Duomo seemed endless. Sarah's muscles burned as she ascended the narrow maintenance stairs between the dome's inner and outer shells. The manuscript grew heavier with each step, as if the temporal energy it contained was responding to their elevation.
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
The Leonardo Paradox
Sarah found sanctuary in the shadows of the Duomo's crypt. As light filtered through narrow windows, she finally had a chance to study the manuscript properly. But something was wrong. Pages she had memorized in 1924 were different now – some text had vanished entirely, while new passages appeared in their place.
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
The Leonardo Paradox
Sarah had chosen to run. Neither the Guardians nor the Societá del Tempo could be trusted – Leonardo's warning echoed too strongly in her mind. Now she raced through Florence's narrow streets as the afternoon sun cast long shadows between the buildings. The compass in her hand ticked with increasing urgency, its dials spinning wildly whenever she changed direction.
By Shane D. Spear11 months ago in Fiction
