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LONDON SHARK: CHAPTER THREE
Prologue here; all subsequent chapters available from the prologue C h a p t e r T h r e e L E I A The next day was a Friday. A school day. He woke around 5 am and listened to the sounds of his estate: front doors opening and closing; car and van doors repeating this. Engines starting, faltering. The rubber blades of windscreen wipers and handheld ice scrapers being drawn through the night’s accumulation of frost; the occasional exchange of barks and growls between the estate’s dogs, the grunts of greetings and apologies swapped between their owners. The early bus hurtling its few occupants to Cambridge. He slept in a black t-shirt and boxers. He had showered late the previous night, as usual, after his parents had slammed themselves away into their bedroom. He would wear the tee and underwear until showering tonight. His duvet was thin and dressed in Transformers bedding. His head was nestled squarely in the centre of a single pillow, and he looked straight up to the overhead light, watching shadows and car lights dancing over its shade as the cars and vans overcame the morning’s fresh coldness.
By jamie harding3 years ago in Fiction
On the streets of... #3
I haven't decided yet if I wanted to be an elegant or a casual detective. But I thought that my first day deserved a suit anyway, so I put on my only, old and not particularly nice brown suit. I only wore it when I had to go to court to testify in a case.
By John H. Knight3 years ago in Fiction
Box?
EL Supervisor was walking at night during "homeless tour" down the popular historic pacific coast 🛣️ highway. When he suddenly heard an angelic sounding ringing as he got closer to a normal looking carton box 📦 in the middle of the road. A flickering street light lit up this mystery normal looking seal carton box with no labels, logos or packaging of any kind to identify who it belong to or what contents it might have inside. Immensely eager and curious to find out what was making the sound. He try to open it with his blunt box cutter knife, 🔪 but to his surprise the box rattle like if it contain a trap 🪤 wild animal. The ringing noise slowly began fading away while icy noctilucent clouds clear out the darken purplelish night sky 🌌 to make room for the gigantic Blood 🩸 moon eclipse happening.
By Jose Elias3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Bette: Charlie Who?
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. 'We' it still feels weird to say think of 'us' like that. "There is no way we are not lost," Bette said. She looked at her phone again: no signal. "Do you have a map," she asked curtly, she tried her hardest to remain calm, but she was failing. Charlie had been generous to surprise her with the cabin getaway between Christmas and New Years', but it wasn't what she expected.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
