Series
The Black Ibis Case
I stared at the piece of paper for a long time, trying to understand its meaning. I decided to fold it up and place it in a plastic bag to examine it later. I checked the remaining offices but found them as empty as all the other ones I had seen before.
By Georges-Henri Daigle3 years ago in Fiction
Mind reading: This girl is' beaming '
My name is Lin Su. When I studied at Melbourne University in Australia, I read a lot of books and movies about psychology. After graduating from college, I went back to Beijing to work as an investment adviser in a financial office.
By orlando hanafee3 years ago in Fiction
Global super cool job: A girl from Qingdao who stays in the UK will be paid 500,000 yuan a year
After two rounds of interviews, it was late afternoon. The examiner took Ma Xueqian and Pahlavi into a standard room of the hotel, with simple decoration, clean air and soft lighting... There seems to be nothing wrong, and the experienced Pahlavi must be able to spot the hidden answer at a glance. Never mind so much, a good meal and a good sleep, enjoy a night of free hotel is also very good, think of here, Ma Xueqian relaxed mood. After dinner, she casually walked around the room, turned on the TV and watched a few programs, then quickly fell asleep
By woodrow portie3 years ago in Fiction
The Death Wish
Sarah cried when she woke up and found Tommy had left. No anti= depressent could erase the sorrow. He sent her a letter a few weeks later. He was off the pills. He had tried to warn her that they were addictive, that when you went off them you had withdrawals. He was angry that doctor would have put him on a medication that was addictive. A friend of his had weened him off the drug. Sarah found the information hard to believe. Her doctor would not put her on an addictive drug he was a medical professional. She found his letter totally unbelievable. She was very surprized that he was giving her the house. He said if she went off the medication and got her act togather she could give the house back to him. In his letter, he predicted if she kept seeing this doctor, she would need the house because they would soon tell her that she couldn't work. His doctor friend had told him this. She laughed when she read this. He was obviously delusional. She found herself wondering if he still needed the medication.
By Antoinette L Brey3 years ago in Fiction
The Trees Swallow People: Part 10
The invitation to meet Shepard was hidden amongst the clutter of post I had let pile up over the days. It was late August by this point. I'm only now okay. Okay-er, anyway. The village is growing quiet. Of course that's due to the desertion. People have continued to vanish. It's no longer just strangers disappearing. Now it's people you know the name of; Jack the newsagent, John the barman, Colina the trad singer. The once giddy gossip of Mr. So-And-So has turned tactless. Tragedies are only fun at a distance. Besides the disappearances, people were also hitching up posts, so to speak, and leaving in droves. Many weren't even bothering to wait for the "for sale" signs to go up; houses were gutted overnight.
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Fiction
Old Wars Never Die Chap. 2: New Battles
Chapter 2: Old wars and new battles Lorn and Lura were thrown forward as the very earth trembled. Loud roars from the raging beasts came from behind them as they crashed to the ground. The earth shook again, and it threw the twins back to the ground. Lorn raised himself on one arm and looked over his shoulder.
By Duskshadows3 years ago in Fiction
The Trail of Secrets & Blood 1
The resonant sound of the combustion occurring in the insides of the moving train echoed on the lengthy city roads. As the vehicle passed through its repeated path, grey smoke exerted from its chimney spraying the clear sky with it.
By Harrys Stratigakis3 years ago in Fiction
Run
My weary gray eyes dart from one dull wall to the next. The same four walls I had been staring at for the past six months. Or, at least, it feels like six months. It's hard to keep track of time when you have no calendar, no company, and aren't allowed anywhere except a dreary metal room. My eyes fall on the silver toilet in the far left corner of the room, sitting next to a simple sink. The only other piece of furniture in the room is the uncomfortable, thinly-mattressed cot I sit upon. The only change in the walls is the large metal door on the right side of where I sit. The door is always locked, except when 'they' open the smaller, doggie-door sized passage at the bottom to push 'food' and water through for me. I use the term 'food' loosely–it usually consists of bread and a few pieces of unidentifiable vegetables. When I'm really lucky, the bread is not covered in mold and the veggies are not rotten. My elaborate meal comes to me twice a day. Sometimes it might be three times, but I also might be dreaming that third time up. Of course, whoever dreams of that slop must be insane, or at least getting there. Which I'm sure I probably am.
By Bex Jordan3 years ago in Fiction
