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Puzzle Box
Sicily | 1943 Rosalie swiped the box from The Monsignor’s fragile hands, then bolted towards Garret who was waiting for her just beyond the door of the sacristy. Two bullets nestled their way into the polychrome marble above her head, and the last thing she remembered before Garret slammed the door shut was the Monsignor - smiling back at her as pieces of the sacristy’s irreplaceable ceiling began crumbling around him.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 28. Content Warning.
If looks could kill, Jonathan Luther would be a corpse by now. Chris rushes across the room, muscles tensed. He may not be very large or outwardly muscular, but with the look in his eye, I would not want to be the target of his rage. Luther barely seems to register the boy coming at him. There’s no recognition for the wretch he sold into slavery a year ago.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Night
I’d never imagined, in one thousand lifetimes, to meet with the one thing my inner child needed. A vivid world created by my own brain, perhaps even a memory. A world full of wonder and imagination, that lives and breathes deep underground. Where whispers guide the weak, the trees hum songs of magic. A peaceful world full of nature, where mushrooms can grow as tall as skyscrapers. A world once lived in peace, the silence around the residents, now filled with corruption and power, transformed into a land not seen by the ancient ancestors that would guide this world, all vanished.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Fiction
Bridge Over Troubled Water. Top Story - March 2024. Content Warning.
At 29, you'd think I would have felt an overabundance of emotion by now. But, I haven’t. Each day, I maneuvered mechanically neither awake nor sleep. My life has been one dimensional and gray. It's been lukewarm. And it's essence has completely passed me by. My name is Gabriel. And this is my story.
By Jennifer David2 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Molly Greenwell . Content Warning.
As Jamie's arms wrapped around me from behind, the heat of the flames danced against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His voice, smooth and seductive, sent a thrill through me unlike anything I had ever felt before.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Fiction
Lapis Lazuli
Sicily | 1943 The two hour bicycle ride from Canicatti to The Church of Saint Agatha was far more difficult than Rosalie had originally projected. The four bicycles they were able salvage were old, rusted, and weathered from years of neglect, but they were the only four that had usable tires.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
A Mountain View. Content Warning.
"Why have you brought me here?" Julia stood in front of the window and looked at the amazing view. The mountains were just breaking the early morning haze and their outlines were hesitating to show themselves but gradually, in the warmth from the sun, they were revealed. Snow striped the steep sides and the lake's milky green contrasted with the slopes' solid greyness.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Sweaty Sheets
Sweaty Sheets "Of course, I love you baby. Who wouldn't love someone like you? You're smart, you have a great job, and you hope to have your own business someday, so yeah, you're great! Besides, we're having fun right now. We're doing alright, right? Let's not get into one of those boring "if we were married" discussions. You know how I hate that. Marriage just messes everything up!" commented the man who lay beside her on an all-too-familiar bed in an all-too-familiar old apartment building across the tracks on the west side of town.
By Dan R Fowler2 years ago in Fiction
