Solene Hart
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Hi, I’m Solene Hart — a content writer and storyteller. I share honest thoughts, emotional fiction, and quiet truths. If it lingers, I’ve done my job. 🖤
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The Clean Exit
Cleo Vance didn’t mind blood. Not anymore. After ten years of scrubbing crime scenes for a living, the shock had worn off. The way people stared when she showed up in her van marked “Hazmat Response Solutions” still amused her. They didn’t know the real work she did.
By Solene Hart4 months ago in Criminal
Letters to a Stranger I Once Loved — Part 2
After days of holding Claire’s letters close like a secret treasure, I couldn’t shake the feeling that her story wasn’t finished. Something inside me urged me to find out what happened after those unsent words. Who was Claire, really? And did she ever find the stranger—or herself?
By Solene Hart5 months ago in Confessions
Letters to a Stranger I Once Loved #1
When I found the old box in the attic, I wasn’t expecting much. It was tucked behind some dusty photo albums, wrapped in a faded blue ribbon. The box looked like it hadn’t been opened in decades, and I hesitated before lifting the lid. Inside were dozens of letters, each tied together with string. On the top, in neat handwriting, was a note: To the stranger I once loved.
By Solene Hart5 months ago in Confessions
Black Market Beauty
Dr. Evelyn Hart had always believed in the power of transformation. As one of Los Angeles’s most sought-after cosmetic surgeons, she helped people reshape their lives, one procedure at a time. Her clinic, Hart Aesthetics, was a modern sanctuary—white walls, soft lighting, and the subtle scent of eucalyptus in the air. To her patients, it was a place of hope and renewal. To Evelyn, it was everything she’d worked for.
By Solene Hart5 months ago in Criminal
Whispers in the Dark
It was a late Thursday night when Kelly Stone, the host of Midnight Radio, tuned her microphone and settled into her chair. The station, an old building tucked on the outskirts of the city, was quiet except for the hum of the equipment and the soft buzz of the neon "ON AIR" sign. Kelly loved this time of the night. It felt like she was the only person awake, the only voice on the airwaves.
By Solene Hart5 months ago in Criminal
Ms. Gloria and the Case of the Missing Cake
Ms. Gloria was famous in her neighborhood for one thing: her cake. It wasn’t just any cake. It was a rich, melt-in-your-mouth chocolate cake with layers of velvety frosting that could turn even the most stoic person into a dessert enthusiast. Every year, without fail, Ms. Gloria baked it for the neighborhood bake sale, and it was always the first thing to sell out.
By Solene Hart5 months ago in Humor
The Collector of Truths
Detective Claire Mendez was no stranger to murder. After ten years in homicide, she had seen evil in many forms—calculated, spontaneous, fueled by greed or love or hatred. But the man who called himself The Collector of Truths was something else entirely.
By Solene Hart5 months ago in Criminal
Gloria vs. the Self-Checkout Machine
Miss Gloria Martin had a long-standing relationship with her local supermarket. She knew the aisles like the back of her hand, she knew the cashier who gave out extra coupons, and she always brought her own shopping bags—color-coded, of course. At 72, Gloria had no patience for nonsense and even less for machines pretending to be helpful. 😤
By Solene Hart5 months ago in Humor
