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The Murder No One Saw
Mere-Evelyn Tavakaturaga-Sinclair realised she’d just watched a man die halfway through her second piña colada. One moment, she was floating in the infinity pool, the warm Bali evening wrapped around her like a damp shawl. The next, she was staring, transfixed, at the villa across the ravine.
By DARK TALE CO. about a month ago in Fiction
Fire Killer
I nursed my coffee as I turned back onto 71st Road. I had gotten so used to seeing the familiar scenes of my silly town that I almost missed the small orange glow. I stared at it strangely, trying to process what I was looking at. I reached down and grabbed my radio.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Monster Mash
This was a good first step, I told myself as I entered the cafe. I kept repeating that phrase, but it didn’t make it easier to blend in. I glanced around at all the humans sipping their coffees and getting caught up in their own little worlds. I envied them that simplicity. Humanity was always easier. I frowned and turned my attention back up front.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
The Echo of Choices. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In 2045, the world lay in ruins — not from nuclear fire, but from nature's furious rebirth. Cities crumbled under earthquakes, coasts vanished beneath tsunamis, volcanoes blanketed the sky in ash. Humanity survived, scarred but alive, forced to rebuild from the ground up.
By Mr. Usevolod Voskoboinikovabout a month ago in Fiction
Shadows In The Mirror:. AI-Generated.
The reflect had usually been regular. A rectangle of glass framed in timber, hanging quietly on the wall of Sara’s bed room. For years, it had meditated not anything greater than her tired mornings, moved quickly evenings, and the occasional smile she forced earlier than leaving for paintings. however one iciness night time, as the wind rattled in opposition to the windowpanes, the replicate commenced to alternate.
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Fiction
All The World. Content Warning.
“The theatre, the theatre, what has happened to the theatre?” - Danny Kaye, “Choreography,” White Christmas 1954 -0- Legend had it that the performance I observed was the first ever recorded with omni-directional camera technology. It would go a ways to explain why the actors always held a prop of some kind. And showing true ingenuity, each prop was meticulously chosen to fit each character. Nothing ever held in their hand, or gestured with in emphasis could be called anachronistic or unfitting.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a month ago in Fiction
Nightmare Man Monologue
I didn’t start off as a villain. Can I really be called a bad guy if I only kill off worse bad guys? I mean, I don’t think even Mother Theresa could have argued for the men I killed. The world is certainly better off without them. Though I suppose it isn’t unreasonable to say the world might be better off without me, too. But I don’t think that’s possible anymore.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Mirror Mirror
The room was backward. It was like looking at a reversed photograph of the space. My head was still foggy and spinning, but I was awake enough to know that something was wrong. I was in my house, and yet, it was clearly not my house at all. Everything was familiar, but it was all different. Even the sunlight seemed to be coming from the wrong side, as if it rose in the west and was spiraling in the opposite direction around the earth.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
How to Sell Your Haunted House
The wind whistled wildly around me, practically screaming as I edged towards the house. But its warnings were falling on deaf ears. I knew what awaited me, and I had long since passed the time of fear. I carefully unlocked the oak doors and opened them just enough to slip in.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
Summer Nightmares
The pine trees swarmed around the lake like a great barrier keeping everything safely inside. To the boys: Patrick and Michael, it seemed like the woods were creating a private summer getaway spot just for them. Of course, their parents and little sister were still tagging along - someone had to provide the snacks and juice boxes, they supposed. But once they had been well sunscreened and had their floaties tucked on they felt like they were swimming all along on their perfect island.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
