Plot Twist
Aftermath
Feeling a sinister grin stretch across my face I placed my hand over her eyes to see what happened. Colonel Armstrong gave her his key to unleash Nightmare otherwise known to the rest of us as 'the thing from pit'. They argued about what to do with the breakout happening. Armstrong eventually slapped Aunt Patty to the floor, she barely got a look at him as he left out a secret door not even she knew about. Few seconds passed then Ed came into the room to corner her.
By Lucy Torralba2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
What a perfect day, I thought, pulling into my driveway around 11:30. An afternoon with Timmy and the evening with Sharon. Maybe my life was finally looking up. All I had to do was get through this shit with Greg and keep the peace with him. I popped a Zoloft and washed it down with OJ. Then, I climbed into bed with my clothes on, too tired to change. At 3 AM, I awoke to an argument outside my bedroom window.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
A Perfect Rose pt. iii. Content Warning.
Warning: This chapter contains things that may be sensitive to some readers including alcohol and sexual content. These topics are not being painted in a way that makes them desirable but to show the damage that abusing these things can cause. I hope through this story you can make better decisions in your own life and if you are struggling with any of this please find help! Okay, let's jump back in! If you missed chapter one or two make sure you have read those before continuing!
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
Chapter 6 Instead of firing me, Greg offered me a promotion and a raise and invited me to lunch to discuss improving our accounting methods. At eleven, Greg showed up at my desk. I closed my laptop and locked papers in my top drawer before getting up. We handled sensitive material for several large government agencies, and things had to be kept private. One slip, and we could lose all of the government business.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
BARE HUNTER
Chapter 4 Sandy had left about a dozen texts on my phone during the day. I had turned off notifications from her a few weeks ago, as it was getting on my nerves. I figured I could always catch up with her demands of the day when I got home from work. They were the typical, “Did you send the check out yet? I have to pay the babysitter and I’m out of cash. “You can’t take Timmy next weekend, my parents will be in town,” and so on. Why couldn’t all women be like Phyllis? Easy with no strings attached.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters






