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Businesswoman Chapter 164
Fascbinder kicked a dog. He walked in the alleyways dotted with potholes filled with water. A mist hung in the air. The Collectivist walked into a coffee shop. He looked at the menu and decided to get a large cup of ice. He didn’t want to pay some huge corporation without government controlling it all. He received the huge cup and stuffed his hand in the cup. His cut up and bruised hand from striking against a brick wall looked raw and red in the clear plastic cup.
By Skyler Saunders8 months ago in Chapters
The Fire Between Us. Content Warning.
Chapter one: The Fire Between Us Kansas City had a way of hiding its most dangerous temptations in plain sight. Some people found theirs at church, some on quiet streets, some in the middle of their own homes. Mine found me in a pool hall under buzzing neon, cigarette smoke curling through the air, whiskey staining the floorboards, and a man leaning over a table like he was born to conquer it.
By Dakota Denise 8 months ago in Chapters
Bitten Again
You have always tried to bite me; that's why you are in that cage. I gave you chance after chance, but when I let you out, you tried to bite me. I still carry scratches and bruises from when I pushed you back in that cage, and you are not coming out again while I'm here.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Chapters
Shadows in Velvet - Part 3
Rain traced the curved windows of the Skyglass Hall in thin silver lines, casting wavering shadows over the ballroom’s polished floor. Outside, Verashtel’s highest spire moaned faintly in the wind, but inside, the laughter was too loud, the music too sharp, and the masks far too fixed. Danger lingered beneath the perfume and poise.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 163
Loreen Breen looked at her diamond encrusted smartwatch. She figured enough time remained in the day for her to better understand the roles the Individualists played. Atkinson could be trusted with his spitfire way of delivering a message. Lisa’s slow, methodical way of executing an idea still amazed her. After her speech, she soaked her face in ice water. She could hear both of her partners address the crowd in a Q&A portion she opted not to participate in that day.
By Skyler Saunders8 months ago in Chapters
Businesswoman Chapter 162
“When you lose your job, and some of us will, see if you can create jobs. See if you can turn that negative not just positive, but as a sign that you can take care of yourself. That’s often never stated. If a vagrant standing by the roadside holds up a cardboard placard broadcasting, ‘Anything helps. God bless,’ most times you’re going to get people to say, ‘get a job.’ To hell with that. Let that individual know that they can in fact find work, but also see if you can’t encourage them to be entrepreneurial.”
By Skyler Saunders8 months ago in Chapters
Shadows in Velvet - Part 2
The House of Falling Stars looked like something stitched from the dreams of an opium-drunk tailor. Its three towers leaned in opposing directions like dancers caught mid-spin. The walls were made of pale pink stone imported from some ruined temple in the east, veined with gold and soft to the touch. Water spilled in silent sheets down the front façade, catching the light of the sunrise in a thousand fractured colors. And on the threshold, etched above a set of polished blackwood doors, were the words: What you reveal, we record. What you hide, we sell.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
Shadows in Velvet - Part 1
The city of Verashtel didn’t sleep. It dreamed. Gilded bridges arched over canals where swan-headed gondolas glided silently, their lanterns glowing in shades of rose-gold and sea-glass green. Perfumed smoke curled from rooftop hookahs. Courtesans and spies wore mirrored masks that shimmered with spells to hide their true faces. Even the moon, pale and proud above the city’s spires, seemed half-masked behind silver clouds.
By Richard Bailey8 months ago in Chapters
