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Small Smiles
The body was covered in gashes and burns. Blood covered every exposed bit of flesh, an uncomfortable amount of surface. He-Aniah assumed the corpse had been male-wore only a pair of filthy shorts, stained dark red and brown from blood, dirt, and grime. He lay face down, head turned to face the back wall. His arms and legs were splayed in unnatural positions. One of the legs was twisted so badly it had to be broken.
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
Something Darker; Chapter 11
My mind is still reeling when Janice walks out of V's room. The cat Zanthus is watching me. He seems oddly calm. "I thought you had to do some kind of ritual to get the marks."
By Katarzyna Crevan4 years ago in Fiction
Dance of the Phoenix - Ch2
I settled effortlessly into my new life. The people of Franklin are some of the nicest people you could ever hope to meet. They cared, but did it without being overly pushy or nosey. If you didn’t want to talk about something, they would let it be. If you wanted to be alone, they would leave you alone. It was perfect. After only a few weeks, I began to feel much better than I had felt in a long time. My strength and energy returned, I slept a full eight hours every night, the chatter that constantly invaded my head calmed to a barely audible whisper, and I was getting reacquainted with happiness. The open wound festering in my soul began to close and become refreshingly numb. I knew, though, that it would not close completely until I found the missing piece. How I wished I had known to come here sooner rather than wasting four years searching for a cure to an elusive illness. Although, I probably hadn’t been ready. I had grown up a lot in those four years. Sometimes I felt more like I was seventy-two rather than twenty-seven. Thankfully, I was starting to feel physically younger again, but mentally I would never be the same. I had matured in a way that only happens when you go through something difficult. It was harder, now, for me to relate to people, especially people my own age; which was one reason why I had stuck to myself at first, taking long, solitary walks in the forest, always searching for the enigmatic answer which I desperately longed to find.
By Chanelle Joy4 years ago in Fiction
01:03 - Memories Then & Now
<<Table of Contents>> <<Previous Chapter>> Chapter 3 Sitting now, in a semi-reclining but distinctly uncomfortable chair, in the branch manager's office, Grey opens his mouth to begin speaking but is fast cut off by Mr. Adams, the bank branch manager. "Why didn't you wait earlier? - he asks, continuing - We could have completed the required business, without you calling my Regional Manager!"
By Graham Cooke4 years ago in Fiction
Stress Test Ch. 38
The sun was rising and Elwood had passed out spread-eagled on the spool by the time Otis dropped Billey off in the bugmobile. Billey felt tired—more tired than he'd ever been—but all the things spinning inside his head wouldn't let him sleep. They wouldn't even let him close his eyes.
By Alan Gold4 years ago in Fiction
01:02 - Faint Memories
<<Table of Contents>> <<Previous Chapter>> Chapter 2 Grey steps forward towards the police cruiser, glancing inside, verifying no secondary officer sits in the passenger seat, then turns right and not after an additional two steps withdraws a Samsung J3 Galaxy phone from inside his jacket, where it had sat nestled in an inside Scottevest, vest pocket.
By Graham Cooke4 years ago in Fiction
Stress Test Ch. 37
Sandy drove three miles from the mall, checking her mirror every block for squad cars or the face of the man she'd wrapped in the jacket. The brown-haired girl never said a word until they stopped at a small park.
By Alan Gold4 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 39
I am back in the police interrogation room. Detective Singh sits across from me at the table while Officers Michaels and Evans stand behind her. I look down. My hands are cuffed to the edge of the table and my ankles are shackled to the chair.
By Megan Clancy4 years ago in Fiction
Stress Test Ch. 36
By the time Billey and Elwood got home, Otis had already parked the big truck down by the tank. Otis sat high up in the cab with his feet propped against the open door like he thought he was the King of Trucks. When Billey parked the pickup alongside the truck, Otis flicked his cigarette butt and watched it trace a bright orange arc through the night.
By Alan Gold4 years ago in Fiction
The Favorite
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By Rain Dayze4 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Death (part 13)
“Where is she!” The loud booming voice startled Drina awake from the voidless sleep. Several muffled words were exchanged before another roar of the angry male’s voice could be heard.
By Turan Turnip4 years ago in Fiction
Meet Daniel Zindane
Oh, it’s my pleasure. You saved my kids’ lives. I can deny you nothing. Certainly not an interview. Besides, if I ever get eaten, torn to pieces, or cooked in a lava pit, it will be a comfort knowing there’s some sort of record of our time here. Maybe it would make its way home like the proverbial message in a bottle.
By Duskshadows4 years ago in Fiction