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Inspector Bassé and the Winter Wolf
To the right as I walked out of the building was the Café du Guillaume. I took a seat on the square. It was cold and my breath clouded in front of my face. The waiter was old and wrapped up in a coat and scarf against the January morning. The weak sun had climbed as high as it would go and sent down a poor pale light into the square. I ordered a coffee and watched the townspeople out and about on their business. I searched their faces for any clue of remembrance. Many had the familiar cast of the region, all a little paler, all a centimeter or two taller than the milieu I had left behind. All of them, every single one, looked like people I once knew.
By SJ Carpenter4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 46
Rev pulled into a long driveway, pulling up on a giant, white-colored mansion type house with columns lining up the front porch and a majestic fountain sitting in the middle of the roundabout they had for a driveway. I had to bite my lip to not gasp at the sight. Was this where Jess had lived? I've never seen a house quite like this, even as a kid when my parents would drive around just for the hell of it. It felt as if we had pulled into one of those movie scenes from popular 2000s' romcoms. Once Rev came to a stop, he got out and opened the door for Jess.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Triumvirs
The truism of location, location, location was distinctly unamusing when word came the unit was moved to the citadel. It was like living on the TNS Epaphras all over again. The room was the size of a cabin on an ocean liner. There was a twin bed on the left and a narrow wardrobe on the right with a built-in desk. The minuscule bathroom was all of twenty-five square feet.
By Jessica Rumbold4 years ago in Fiction
Reunited After 25 Years 57: To Save Two Lives
"Your wife has eclampsia," the emergency room physician told Anton. "Her blood pressure is out of control, and she's also in danger of renal failure. If we don't do an emergency Caesarian right away, we could lose them both."
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
Hot Tub Time Machine Chronicles Chapter 6
The following tale of temporal travel takes place in a universe inspired by the 2010 smash megahit film Hot Tub Time Machine. It is an original story, and does not feature any of the same characters as the film. This is... Life of the Party - Chapter 6.
By Alex Kincaid4 years ago in Fiction
Crooked
I listened to the ocean waves crash against the shore, my eyes closed, inhaling the warm, salty breeze. Beyond that, I could hear nothing. No voices, no sirens, no unwanted secrets or dark thoughts. I wiggled my toes, feeling the grains of sand rub between them. And when I opened my eyes, I couldn’t help but smile.
By E. M. Otten4 years ago in Fiction
DRAGON'S FATE
CHAPTER ONE Mathanera, The Duchess of Brahn was a mere seventeen-year-old girl. She sat alone in her study with nothing but sorrow on her face. She was alone now. She had no family left. She had come into her position less than six months ago when her brothers both mysteriously vanished.
By Dorothy Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Hot Tub Time Machine Chronicles Chapter 5
The following tale of temporal travel takes place in a universe inspired by the 2010 smash megahit film Hot Tub Time Machine. It is an original story, and does not feature any of the same characters as the film. This is... Life of the Party - Chapter 5.
By Alex Kincaid4 years ago in Fiction
Crooked
The police car sped down the freeway. I swerved around cars and trucks, weaving between lanes of traffic, and pushed my mind to open up. I reached out with those invisible mental hands as far as I could, searching for anything that would lead me to Wesley, like groping around in the dark. My ability had been muted, but I found that the more I tried, the more I forced my brain to work past the blockage, the faster the numbness slipped away. Still, it was difficult to control, and I was weak. I was beginning to lose hope, to wonder if I should turn around, or call for help, when I heard Adam. I felt, just barely within my reach, that he was hurt. He was bleeding, in pain, and feeling hopeless.
By E. M. Otten4 years ago in Fiction
TRUE STORY - Episode 1: Twin Towers
PART 1 September 11, 2001, 8:14 a.m. Stoklova Middle School Lowell, Massachusetts Tears stream down Andrew McLaughlin’s freckled face, blood dribbling from his prominent nostrils, staining his teeth as he lets out another long, pained wail. He sits slumped against the red brick of the school building, messy, light-blonde hair clinging to his forehead in the early morning drizzle. He brings his shaking hands up in front of his face and lets out another wail as the rain stings his grazed palms, bits of dirt peeping out from the raw grooved lines carved by the unforgiving asphalt of the playground when he’d put his hands out to break his fall.
By Gareth Mitton4 years ago in Fiction
