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Weegie Wolf?
The eegit bit me. Ah had bin on the scrounge for some hash tae tide me over ‘til Ah could get mah next script of Methadone. Ah had heard Wee Tam had a stash of cheap gear in Maryhill. Ah wis stayin'' at Dennistoun, in mah pal’s flat jist aff The Parade (Alexanra Parade), which wisnae too far away frae Maryhill tae be fair. Ah had been clean for aboot 10 weeks an' counting an' wis determined tae beat this disease. Ah jist needed something tae take the sweats an’ jitters aff. It wid take a long time, but Ah had a sponsor an' had bin attending meetings an' like frae the get-go.
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Heart: Legacy of Love
Shadows of the Heart: Legacy of Love Chapter 1: A New Dawn in a New Land Arjun Kapoor squinted against the muted London sky as the airplane began its descent, its wings slicing through the chill of early dawn. Beside him, Priya Mehta—whose quiet strength had long been both his partner in covert operations and the keeper of his heart—pressed her forehead to the cool glass of the window. They had flown thousands of miles from India, leaving behind the familiar hum of their homeland for the promise and perils of a new beginning in the United Kingdom.
By Paul Wilkerson12 months ago in Fiction
The Town That Time Forgot: A Story of Machines, Mysteries, and Fate
The Lullaby Machine, The Quantum Waiter, The Poltergeist Bot, and The Mirrorbot: A Tale of Unseen Forces Strange things occurred in a small town surrounded by mountains and whispers. Things that did not make sense. Machines existed here—not for a specific reason, but simply because they did. Nobody knew about it that why nor even questioned it until a man did !
By Lokesh Kumar12 months ago in Fiction
The Lament of Echo and the Love of Narcissus
The moon hung low in the velvet sky, casting a silvery glow over the ancient forests of Boeotia. The air was thick with the scent of pine and the distant murmur of a stream, its waters whispering secrets to the stones. Somewhere in the shadows, a nymph wept. Her tears fell silently, swallowed by the earth, as her voice—once melodic and full of life—now echoed only fragments of the words she longed to say. This was Echo, cursed by the gods, her voice stolen, her heart broken. But her story did not begin in sorrow. It began with laughter, with joy, and with a love so profound that it would ripple through the ages, a tale of beauty, vanity, and the cruel whims of fate.
By mobeen islam12 months ago in Fiction
Hunters
Next to a mountain, I stand. The curved scabbard that clung to the back of George's jumpsuit was struck by his sword. The C-130 was filled with the sound of the music. Feeling his enthusiasm building, he performed a last weapons check after checking the gray jumpsuit's seals. George bought his sister a new boat because he liked what he did.
By BD All Product Shop Digital Marketing12 months ago in Fiction
The Case of the Stone Killer . Top Story - February 2025.
Percy’s breaths were heavy but quiet as he quickly checked his gun chamber one more time. Empty. He knew it but seeing it...made his situation all the more dire and hopeless. And there were no more bullets on his person, Percy checked. Three times. He should have been careful when shooting at the Stone Killer earlier. He really should have. But...there had been people behind him. Innocent civilians who would have been her next victims if Percy hadn’t intervened. It was his duty as a police detective to protect them, and Percy would never shirk from that duty. He didn’t regret his decision, he just wished that at least one of the bullets had hit her.
By Rebecca Patton12 months ago in Fiction
Hunters. Runner-Up in Legends Rewritten Challenge. Top Story - February 2025.
I stand up next to a mountain George slammed his longsword into the contoured scabbard clinging to the back of his jumpsuit. The music blasted throughout the C-130. He checked the seals of the gray jumpsuit before doing a final weapons check, feeling his excitement rising. George loved what he did, a fact that bought his shrink a new yacht.
By Matthew J. Fromm12 months ago in Fiction
