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The boy who cried wolf. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Restless Shepherd Once upon a time, in a quiet little village nestled between rolling green hills and thick forests, there lived a boy named Elias. He was twelve years old, with scruffy brown hair, mischievous green eyes, and a restless spirit that made it difficult for him to sit still.
By Nutristic Health12 months ago in Chapters
Before It Ends. Content Warning.
As I entered my mom's bedroom, it was dark and hard to see with her dark blinds up keeping the light out from the windows. I tried to turn her light on but it wasn't working, so I turned my phone flashlight on and shined it towards the bed. I saw my mom laying there with her eyes wide open, fear in her eyes as she looked straight ahead above her, her body was stiff as a board like she couldn't move.
By Luna Verity12 months ago in Chapters
Glass Winter | Chapter III. Content Warning.
Despite travelling together by sled for over two days, Quinart still only saw Sevt as a mystery. He might have already known everything there was to know about the man, perceiving his insolent grit and perseverance. And yet there was a secrecy about him. Quinart no longer dreamed of any tangible vision save for a timeless darkness between his waking hours, but he could not recall the dancing lights causing such distress as they now did for Sevt. His sleep would be restless, awaking with violence to wander beyond their resting site before returning to bed an hour later. Quinart might have better explained the prophetic disposition of dreams in a place like this. Probing Sevt the following morning on what had disturbed him so would only result in dismissive remarks.
By Andrei Babanin12 months ago in Chapters
Neverchangeable | Chapter 8
<< Click here to read from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click here to read Chapter 7 My eye burns. The one that’s no longer there. It’s a feverish heat that swells in my scooped out eye socket and presses up against my brain. I haven’t noticed until now. My head is splitting. It’s a headache like nothing I’ve ever had before. I haven’t noticed. Dad’s liquor cabinet is still stocked. I grab a bottle. I look at you. You say nothing. You just wait. Wait like you tried to teach me how to all those years ago, by the pond, by you, by Farley, by the bonfire. Your voice going, Just wait, Mutt – just wait!
By sleepy drafts12 months ago in Chapters
Neverchangeable | Chapter 7
<< Click here to start from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click here to read Chapter 6 Lindsay doesn’t bother with modesty as she falls all over Laine. Her robe slips and exposes a long slice of splotchy pink flesh, a flash of matted, tight curls. Lindsay’s face is wet and snot-covered. She stares at her daughter, brushing the hair out of Laine’s face over and over. She asks, “What happened?”
By sleepy drafts12 months ago in Chapters
A Valentine's Night Murder
A Valentine's Night Murder It was Valentine’s Day, and the small town of Meadowbrook was covered in snow. The streets were lined with heart-shaped decorations, and couples wandered hand in hand, soaking in the love-filled atmosphere. But in a quiet corner of town, something far darker was unfolding.
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Chapters
Neverchangeable | Chapter 6
<< Click here to read from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click here to read Chapter 5 You’ve started to decompose more slowly now, the colder the season’s become. I’ll join you eventually. I'm sure of it. Until then you and the camera are my audience. It feels good to be the watched for once instead of the watcher. Finally, for everyone to shut up long enough for me to tell my story. To matter. You and I know this will all matter once the stacks of canned goods and the canteens of water run out; once December, January, February, and March pass and the ice begins to thaw and our bodies with it. Then, in the heat of summer when the tourists and the buzzards come, when Mrs. Developer and Madame Liliana come back from their real homes in Santa Fe and you and I are burning in hell; when the rot and stink get too much to hide… that’s when this confession will matter. Farley made sure of that.
By sleepy drafts12 months ago in Chapters
