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Season 5: Whispers of the Forgotten: A Descent into Eldoria Manor
Season 5: Chapter 1 As Silas lay on the floor, his body still, his breathing shallow, the others worked with a desperate, frantic energy. Chloe's laptop screen was a blur of code and schematics, as she tried to find a way to hack the music box. Lena's hands trembled as she lit candles and laid out ancient relics, trying to create a psychic link to the spirits.
By Tales That Breathe at Night4 months ago in Fiction
A Love Story Gone Wrong: The End
Throwing it across the room in frustration. "Go ahead." She said. "Actually, you know what, fuck it." Pointing the gun at his head and the kids clearly confused. Ordering one of the twins to give her the phone. Still keeping eyes on him. With her face cold but mind racing. They walked to a room where they were left to wait for further instructions.
By Ahnesia Johnson4 months ago in Fiction
Endurance
On Thursday nights, Shelly’s Pub always smells of lemon oil and ambition. The regulars cluster around the long, battered oak bar, watching the Bears game on silent while arguing about everything except football. The only noise louder than the jukebox is the pool table in the back, where Frankie and his gang have staked out territory for the evening.
By Endurance Stories4 months ago in Fiction
Endurance
Three months after the explosion—wedding vows detonated and public humiliation shrapnel embedded in every family photo—Marsha Lewis sits in the living room, hands trembling over a stainless florist’s blade and a heap of white tulips. She snaps the stem of each flower at a perfect diagonal, lines the cut ends in a crystal pitcher, and ignores the way her own breathing disturbs the arrangement’s fragile order. The television is on but muted. The couch still bears the imprint of Michael’s last visit, a pit where her son’s anger sat for the length of a strained apology and then left, the air stripped of oxygen in its wake.
By Endurance Stories4 months ago in Fiction
Endurance
Morning in the Beeks household arrives in gentle, gray light that seeps through the frosted windows and onto the dark hardwood floors. The house feels hushed in the way only winter can manage—every sound muted, every surface cold to the touch, even inside. Melanie Beeks stands by the side door in her gardening clogs, layered against the December chill, head bowed as she wrestles with a mismatched pair of gloves. She keeps her eyes away from the gleam of the home office across the hall, where Lawrence sits immobile behind glass-paned doors, framed by his fortress of legal tomes and a ring of computer screens.
By Endurance Stories4 months ago in Fiction
Chaos Celebration Part Two
Reverse to Part One By the time Colin got to the hospital, Brooklyn had been taken back to a room. Fast service was an advantage to living in a small town. While the actual facility wasn’t huge, they were fully able to take care of an accident like Brooklyn’s in a timely manner. For anything more involved or critical, they were stabilized and transported to a larger hospital.
By Reb Kreyling4 months ago in Fiction
Chaos Celebration Part One. Top Story - September 2025.
“So, what are you doing this weekend?” Colin asked as he watched Lincoln begin to gather his scattered belongings. The two men had been hanging out in Brewing Books all morning while Colin waited for his shift and Lincoln worked on plotting his book.
By Reb Kreyling4 months ago in Fiction
TUS NUA - ch 29
TUS NUA – ch 29 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) Dara and Morena all but jumped out when the portal opened, beating Neil and his wagon by minutes. While Dara walked to the kitchen to prepare some hot soup, Morena hurried to the infirmary. Since she had no idea what she’d be facing, she collected what she thought she might need.
By Margaret Brennan4 months ago in Fiction
"Here and Now"
“Gus?... Gus!” I heard a snapping noise as soon as I recognized my name. I didn’t jump or flinch to attention, like you’re used to seeing in the movies. Instead, I just raised my head and turned my gaze slowly to discover the deep green eyes burrowing deep into my own.
By Taylor Rigsby4 months ago in Fiction
