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Eternal Grind
Madison stared at him from behind the espresso machine. This coffee shop had plenty of interesting customers due to its location, but few of them made the presence in the room change the way he did. He stood at the register ordering his coffee, the barista serving him stumbling over her words, face flushed. She had spoken with "Tom" at the register enough times to get a good look at his face. His scarlet hair was combed back and well kept, his green eyes piercing hers, rarely breaking eye contact with her when talking. His smile is devilish, perfect white teeth seeming almost fang like. Tall and slender, he moved elegantly. His well-tailored suit fitting him in all the right places. Most the girls she has worked with here swoon at the sight of him and most of them make fools of themselves whenever they're in his presence. He never seems to be more than mildly amused with their attempts to ask him out and rarely takes them up on it. Tom would usually pick up his order from the end of the counter, then retreat to be found in the corner armchair, one long leg crossed over the other with his "name brand" sunglasses propped on his head and some dusty looking book in his hand.
By Stevie Howard4 years ago in Fiction
Still remember the day, after many insistences from my father.
I still remember the day, after many insistences from my father, I asked for 5 rupees because in class you said you liked Golgappa very much. I like you too. There are two ways home ts...maybe i got 5 taka for the first time you have to surprise gorgapa by eating
By Selly Nath4 years ago in Fiction
Don't give emotional love to anyone, give love of mind!
office ki real love story hindi It all started in 2013, my last year at MCA. I am preparing for campus placement. Many software companies also solve puzzles during interviews, so I often search some websites to understand puzzles.
By Selly Nath4 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
The screaming was incessant. No matter how far and how fast Brett ran from the alley he could still hear the screaming. Breathless and sweaty, he stopped and hunched over to catch his breath. He winced and turned back around heading toward the dark alley where he left Sadiah’s body. The screams became blood curdling the closer he came to her, so he covered his ears. Finally, he reached the space by the dumpster where he left her body and saw the tarp he covered her with. The screams were reverberating inside his body. He had to stop them. With his breath freezing up in the air her bent down and wrapped his hands around Sadiah's neck through the tarp. As he squeezed the screams became labored and Brett finally began to relax his grip. Suddenly two hands came from under the tarp and grabbed his wrists. The creature under the tarp overpowered Brett. In one swift motion he heard a cackling laugh and saw the tarp going over his own head. He attempted to scream but then realized that he the one suddenly out of breath. He gasped and clawed at the tarp over his face. The cackling laughter resonated in is eardrums and made a rhythm with his slowing heartbeat. He could only exhale, while he drifted from consciousness, listening to the cackling, which now sounded like a jazz saxophone.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Fiction
TOUCH | Part 3
Read PART 1 | Read PART 2 ~ Sean studied the holes that the bullets had punctured into his chest. He guessed that one bullet had gone directly into his heart, and that the other two had lodged into the tissue just above his left ribcage. Whoever this woman Betty was, she was a good shot, and willing to kill without hesitation. It hadn’t made any difference.
By Addison Horner4 years ago in Fiction
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞: Part 1
Chapter 1: A Walking Target Have you ever relived a nightmare? not a dream, something that really made you feel like a monster, something that made you forget yourself. Did you? I never knew things can go this far or what it felt like to be a walking target, In public you try to hide the guilt and walk with innocence but i was no longer innocent. I was the predator. Just walking out the door and looking at a newspaper felt like you were on the front page. A huge secret that if slipped out we all would go down and our futures destroyed. Even if they didn't know who we were it was like I was a walking criminal underneath the blinds eyes. Everyone tried they're hardest to act like nothing happened but behind those closed doors we were afraid of who we have become. I knew the secret of what happened that night, I knew it would be let out soon if we don't clear things away. They were onto us, we were being watched. A promise, to keep the secret among us and to move forward with our lives, but things were getting out control. The gruesome rumors and the cops getting closer to the actual story afraid of what will happen next. That night took our entire purpose and left us hopeless and scared. We all looked out for ourselves after that we didn't know who to trust. We were all the suspects, it was our choice to tell the truth or stay silent. Though I knew the truth wasn't gonna spare our lives nor will the silence protect it...
By Euphoria Solaii4 years ago in Fiction
Revising Ghost of You
**Revison Summary** Scarlett hasn't been lucky in love to say the least, but being single in 2021 was a nightmare. With the rise of dating apps and social media it made finding love was nearly impossible. One night after getting her millionth disgusting message on a dating app she vowed to be single forever. When she fell asleep she had a dream about the last time she saw Trevor Ramirez, the person she believed was the love of her life. It had been 14 years since they last saw each other, things hadn't ended on good terms. After waking up from the dream Scarlett took a trip down memory lane of her and Trevors infamous love story. The question remained, would they ever reunite?
By Kimmiekins44 years ago in Fiction
Jack of Diamonds
CHAPTER 14 The drive from Chumley Grove out to Okehampton was usually a little more than half an hour. With the mood they were in after having met DCI Bilge, it took Sonia an extra fifteen minutes to make the drive. The countryside was mostly farmland, the sky a light turquoise colour with large cumulus clouds moving in from the East. Farms, with hedgerows marking their boundaries, and trees of every colour swaying in a gentle breeze, appeared, and just as quickly, disappeared from view. A few of the small villages set off from the roadside were approached by narrow tracks of dirt worn deep by centuries of use. It was the type of drive Sonia usually enjoyed. She could see cows grazing lazily in the wide, open pastures, and sheep dotting the hillsides. Swans swam lazily in open ponds created by the recently flooded rivers and streams, and she wondered how long it would be until the water finally receded.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
