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TALES OF CRIME AND FICTION.
It all began with three things; a cloudy night with wet streets and cold air swiftly blowing through the city of London, a horribly confused detective and a perplexed case. It had been raining across London since morning, it was somewhere in the middle of January and the weather was very chilly. The busy streets of London were half deserted and extremely wet and it was around 9 o'clock in the night. On these half asleep streets, I had roamed for what seemed like hours and hours, I had lost complete track of time because I was buried deep in confused thoughts. I was frustrated! nothing made sense anymore, I had been stuck on the particular dead end for two days and I still hadn't found a new lead, my head was all dizzy and I was mad at myself. I walked alone, unaccompanied, trying to think through. Now and again I looked at the bunch of papers that I held in my left hand, I read through it again and again but, NO! no single clue could I point out. It was time to face the fact: I was stuck on a unsolvable dead end.
By Shazia Khan2 years ago in Fiction
A Halloween Eve Horror Story. Content Warning.
Angel thought of her brain melting in her skull as she stared at the microwave that hummed and spun in a warm yellow radioactive glow. Inside, popcorn danced, and salty butter permeated the air. It was Halloween Eve, quiet and drafty inside the dark but sophisticatedly decorated interior of the Castevets’ cabin.
By Samantha Almeida2 years ago in Fiction
2026 The War of the Americas
"Where is Mrs. Platt?" The Seal again barked at Dom. Dom's mind reeled as he sought to provide an answer that would satisfy. He knew that if he told the soldier his wife was still in the house he would insist on a rescue attempt, and very likely would succeed. Dom was sorely tempted to do just that as it would result in what he very much wanted, Sylvia with him as they fled Mexico. However, she had told him she wanted to stay, that she needed to stay. He knew in his heart that she might never forgive him if he did not give her that chance. And, he knew, that ultimately she was right. She could do much more good for the war effort from behind enemy lines then with him safe in America. Having made up his mind he replied "She's dead." The Seals eyes widened "What? Are you sure? Are you one hundred percent certain?" The tears still in his eyes over the death of his two beloved dogs likely helped him sell the lie as he replied "Yes, I am certain. All she was doing was trying to stop the dog. She made a move to block him, and the Mexican soldiers just opened fire. She was shot multiple times. In the head and the body. No one could have survived. She is dead. Let's go." The seal radioed to his team that he and Dr. Platt were on the way out, back to the RIB. He instructed them to provide covering fire if needed and prepare for immediate departure. They both turned and raced down the long winding stairs to the beach as quickly as they were able. They faced no resistance and quickly reached the bottom, where sat the waiting RIB along with the four other SEALs that made up the extraction team. Dom had never even seen them until they were almost on top of them. Their camo was expertly crafted to the environment and their movements so precise and practiced they appeared as if ghosts out of the sands of the beach. They had all embarked onto the small boat when the first gunshots rang out. The sands of the beach exploded all about and rained down on them as the boat raced away at full speed. They heard shouts and a few bullets that whipped by their heads much too close for comfort though fortunately none found their mark and they were out of range within moments. Dom worried about any Mexican patrol boats that might be launched to intercept them from the Coronados. He did not know that the SEALs had already closely reviewed intelligence data on the islands from US spy satellites and concluded their was no real threat. The few small boats the Mexicans kept there were not fast enough or well armed enough to threaten the SEALs especially with US close air support launched from San Diego or the many US Navy aircraft carriers in the region only minutes away if needed.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
End of the Storm
Pain. That was all he knew, that was all he could think about. Pain shot from his arm to his brain, to the rest of his body, then back to his arm again, like a bolt of lightning getting reborn again and again. Black clouded his vision, and he had no idea if he was standing or lying down. He couldn’t even tell if he was conscious or if this all was just some horrible, never-ending nightmare.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
Fortress of Solitude
The cold, imposing walls of Fort Maelstrom rose like ancient monoliths against the grey sky, casting a foreboding shadow over the desolate landscape. Surrounded by barren moors and jagged cliffs, this fortress was not just a prison; it was a tomb for those condemned to its depths.
By John Aluko2 years ago in Fiction
Anya's Secret Journey: Uncovering the Lost Athenaeum
Anya’s grandmother only took her to that place once· They had to claw their way through the bushes, her grandmother’s gnarled hand pushing aside branches and thorns while her other hand held Anya’s small, soft one· As an adult, Anya wondered how much that journey must have hurt her grandmother· Her swollen knees ached, and her bare feet surely protested every step of the way·
By Nada soliman2 years ago in Fiction
Transcript of Liko and Roy Encounter Black Rayquaza
[Amethio] I see what your strategy is, but it's not going to change anything. Use Phantom Force! [Roy] Look out! [Amethio] Finish them! -Fuecoco! -Roy, wait! Please help us. [Roy] My Poké Ball! [both] Huh? Huh? Another barrier now? No, wait. What is happening? [dramatic music playing] [roaring] -[dramatic music playing] -[roaring] [both gasp] [yelps] I thought this old Poké Ball was empty, but that Pokémon was in it? Pika. Is that a black Rayquaza? -What is that one? I've never seen it. -That makes two of us. -[Amethio] And the surprises keep coming. -Rotom, who's that? [Rotom] Rayquaza, the Sky High Pokémon, a Dragon and Flying type. It has lived for hundreds of millions of years in the ozone layer. When it flies at night, it resembles a shooting star. Rayquaza? Are you angry? [roars] [Zirc] Hey! -[Friede] Liko! Roy! -[Liko] Friede. -You wanna tell me what just happened? -[Roy] I don't know. It just came out of this Poké Ball. [roaring] [all gasp] [dramatic music playing] [all grunting] -Amethio, sir. -It's not safe here. Let's retreat! Rayquaza, go back into the Poké Ball! [roaring] [groans] That was intense.
By Brandycrown 2 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare Under Pink Skies. Content Warning.
I scrolled through channels, bored, trying to find something to watch. As I passed over the weather channel to the true crime channel to watch old forensic crime show re-runs, I noticed a red bulletin. I switched back quickly.
By Matthew Spinelli2 years ago in Fiction
