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The Cremationist pt.2
Liza sipped her wine at the bar, the music and chatter filling her senses, and giving her a sense of being. Her short black skirt sat graciously at her thighs, reveling her long, toned, and tan legs. Her strapped high heels bounced with her leg every few seconds, occasionally clicking on the metal bar on the stool. Her eyes kept checking the perimeter around her, waiting for someone to strike up a conversation. The light blue button down blouse, was an enticing aspect for the specific people she was looking for.
By Neferitiri3 years ago in Fiction
Cloudfall III
This is the conclusion of my series "Cloudfall" In The House It was now a waiting game. Would the plans get to the right people and would I manage to survive the gangs that heard in the street? I just keep growing stuff in the garden and hoped that something good would happen.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Dead Man Walking
EXT. – SEATTLE WOODS - DUSK (The year is 2045, set in the woods of Seattle. The scene opens with ELIZABETH on the ground, with an arrow in her chest. Ominous boots in slow motion walk past her, then begin running. AMARI is running after the shooter and is unsuccessful. Cut scene to three months prior. Transition idea: suspense notes ascending into black)
By Krystin Harrington3 years ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Case - Chapter 7
The streets were silent as I slowly passed through them. I watched people come out of their buildings and walk mindlessly towards their work or to their cars, like they were on autopilot. I could see many others gripping their steering wheels tightly, too tightly in some cases, and smoking one puff after the next in rapid succession. These people were stressing themselves out about their day’s tasks before they had even begun, and for a moment I felt better about my situation. As strange as things may have gotten, at least I’m not stuck behind some desk crunching numbers repeatedly for the sake of some corporate overlord who doesn’t even acknowledge my existence as anything but an asset to him, or a drain on resources to be removed if I’m not profitable enough.
By Georges-Henri Daigle3 years ago in Fiction
Cloudfall II
This is a continuation of my story "Cloudfall" I went to bed, hoping to sleep but could hear windows being smashed along the street, hoping that my house would not be a target. It was like this every night and I really did not know how long I could go on like this.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
On the streets of... #7
We went back to the precinct and put Mr Davis into one of the interrogation rooms. As I said, it's a common cop trick to leave the perp sitting and thinking for a few hours. They will play out all the worst-case scenarios in their head and they will freak themselves out nicely. Well, some of them. Still worth a try.
By John H. Knight3 years ago in Fiction
Zoo HQ
Fourteen hundred hours, July third. It was a sweltering day in San Diego with plenty of anticipating children waiting to see their favorite zoo animals. Every animal in his right mind wanted to stay out of the heat, but with it being the day before the fourth of July, everyone was doing their best to impress before their holiday break. Elephants were making rainbows with their water sprays, while monkeys were playing with patriotic colored fruits and veggies, and even the parrots were giving a very cheerful, "Happy Holidays", to anyone who came by. Nobody wanted to have the children leaving without a smile on their faces. Soon an unexpected ringing was coming from the baobab tree with Suzie the lemur running as fast as she could to answer it.
By Toby Heward3 years ago in Fiction
