Mystery
What Does It Take To Not Get Caught Robbing A Bank?
Growing up Sammy had heard all the rumors of how there were some people that had robbed banks in her small community and had never been found out. Now, it wasn’t as though no one had been to prison. Her brother had been to prison and many of his friends.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
Beatrice's adventures
Beatrice and her best friend were traveling together for a couple of days trying to find answers about the prophecy that was bestowed upon them by the abandoned lake. It felt like they weren’t getting anywhere through their wandering, but still, she followed her instincts in such times.
By Irina Ștefania R4 years ago in Fiction
The Room
Author's note: this story is a sequel to The City Ripper. --- I woke up a moment ago in complete darkness. I am laying on the ground and I cannot see my surroundings. I can barely see my own hands. The floor is cold and feels humid. It is also very hard. It must be a concrete floor. We do not have a concrete floor at home.
By BPDCupcake4 years ago in Fiction
The investigation
Do you have any idea about what occurs at 12 PM? Nobody does, we are told to be sleeping by 11:30, we are given a nutrient every night at 11. The night I chose not to take mine, well… how about we simply say it turned out poorly. No doubt, definitely, better believe it, I sound insane don't I. In any case, I'm not. Perhaps after you hear more, you'll trust me.
By Zernouh.abdo4 years ago in Fiction
Stollen
“Ahhwooh,” this is the last time she thought as she blew the last bit of smoke from Bebe’s pineapple-wrapped doobi. The ring of fire pressed into the center of the charcoal gey astray just below the controls of her 2015 sound system. She traced the arch of her brows with her index fingers, ensuring they were sleek and in tip-top shape. Strawberry chapstick met each corner of her mouth, gliding from the top of her lip down and around the bottom of her juicy piece of perfection. She smiled as she winked in the vanity of her visor. Three pumps of blueberry scented bath and body works, spearmint peppermint chew, and cracked windows removed any lasting smell that Mary Jane may have left behind. She closed the car door behind herself, adjusted the collar of her burgundy pantsuit, grabbed her notebook from the pit of her arm, and proceeded to the big H. It was lit like a light tower, white glowing lights plastered across the two-story building, either directing traffic or calling its subjects into formation. Harleys, School of Nursing.
By April Chavez4 years ago in Fiction
