Humor
Detective McGee
I was working the beat, listening to the street. I found clues, the blues were playing, moving my feet. If I found out who did this, they were dead meat. I tracked down a suspect based on witness descriptions, it was neat. He demanded a lawyer and got a law firm, a whole fleet. “It was a doppelgänger, I swear,” he said without a care. I knew I trapped him in my snare. I interrogated him in the dark using only a flare. “We found your fingerprints,” I said and stared. We put him away, he yelled and blared.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
White Water Hell
Frothing, roaring, the water hurtled along. Clinging to support for dear life, the tossed, dizzy victim gave himself to elemental fury. Surrendering any hope of succor. Should he jump? Perhaps he could make one of the rocks against which this force of nature dashed itself. Should he remain, hope that his conveyance, so flimsy and battered, would see him through this white water hell? Digging in he clung tenaciously. Finally, just as he was about to give up, the roaring slowed. The whirling torment ceased. With a relieved croak the bullfrog jumped from his lily pad. The stream continued its way, all unaware.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
"Whispers of the Forgotten"
The small, sleepy town of Ravenswood was known for its idyllic charm and peaceful atmosphere. But beneath its quaint exterior, an ancient secret lurked, waiting to be unearthed. The townspeople spoke of whispers that echoed through the night, chilling the air and instilling a sense of unease.
By Ebad Paras Afzal3 years ago in Fiction
"Shadows of Deception"
The small coastal town of Havenwood held a secret, hidden within its picturesque facade. Behind the idyllic charm and serene shores lay a mystery that had haunted the community for decades. Whispers circulated, rumors of a buried treasure lost to time, drawing treasure hunters and thrill-seekers from far and wide.
By Ebad Paras Afzal3 years ago in Fiction
