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By Denvermazeabout a year ago in Chapters
Lost But Not Forgotten
On my final move as a beacon attendant, I climbed the seventy-six winding press stairs and two stepping stools to the observe room, the number of steps the same as my age. The thwomp and catch of each step laid an foreboding foundation score. Something wasn’t right. At that exceptionally minute, Richie Tedesco was indicating a fire quencher at the burning electrical board in the motor room of his watercraft a few miles offshore.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Chapters
Moonwalkers
No one at NASA gave a goddamn approximately the climate in Shirt. This reality, as genuine and as straightforward as it was, had not ceased my Close relative Rosie from pacing around the parlor all morning and squeezing her confront to the front window in look of electrical storms. My mother had shouted at her for spreading rouge on the glass, and she, of course, had shouted right back. And before long, everyone was shouting.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Chapters
Dual Blades
In the late hours of a hot summer day, two foe warriors lay on a bloodied war zone. Each has mortally injured the other, and has misplaced their quality to arrive the lethal blow. Depleted, sweating, and rapidly losing blood, they sit up against inverse trees and confront each other.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Chapters
Heaven’s Light: An Angel’s Story
Fundamental Lobby at Blessed messenger Foundation was stirring with thousands of youthful wings as understudies held up for the visitor speaker who would bring the Christmastide Address. It was continuously a well-known Institute alum.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Chapters
GHOSTS (chapter 1)
Sam went from house to house, state to state, but her father, Steve, never liked any of them. None were as good as their old house, with Sams mom, Scarlet. Scarlet died when Sam was 15, last year. Anyway, Sam thought that this next house would be just like the last ones, not good enough. But that is very, very wrong. Sam's new house is "haunted" her dad says. but neither of them believe that. Now, Sam is exploring the mansion, getting used to the house that she would only live in for a month, maybe longer if her dad liked it. but that's not possible. Every house either reminds him too much of his wife, not enough of his wife, or there were ants. The house has many rooms, but the basement is the most scary place of all. So Sam decides not to go down there yet, and starts unpacking her stuff in her new room. She sets a picture of her, her mom, and her dad on the desk next to her bed, along with her lamp. She looks around the room, sighing. "Only one month.." She reminds herself. "only one month of this place. then onto the next house..." She flops herself onto her new bed, dust flying into the air. ew. just, ew....
By Tenzin Roseabout a year ago in Chapters
The Light Beyond the Fog
In a small coastal village perpetually shrouded in mist, there was a tale whispered among the townsfolk about “The Eternal Beacon.” Legends spoke of a lighthouse that shone brighter than the sun, piercing through the densest fog, guiding lost sailors home. Yet, no one had ever seen it—not in living memory.
By Shiv Rabariabout a year ago in Chapters
Ch # 1- The Heist of the Century: Diamonds and Deception
Leonardo Notarbartolo walks into the jail going by room trailing a watch as if the fellow were his individual collaborator. The other convicts in this eastern Belgian jail turn to see. Notarbartolo gestures and grins faintly, the chuckle lines crinkling around his blue eyes. In spite of the fact that he's an detainee and wears the essential white detainee coat, Notarbartolo emanates a sunny Italian charm. A silver Rolex looks out from beneath his sleeve, and a vertical strip of white soul fix drops down from his lower lip like an shout mark.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Chapters
