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House of the Murmuring Mirrors
I got a deal on a mansion, and I couldn’t wait to move in. My name is Don Sturgis, and I deserved this. Apparently, the previous owners, a sweet old couple named Rob and Delilah Freemason, had been poisoned and the police never found the poisoner, so the house remained on the market for just over thirty years because prospective buyers were worried the poisoner would come back. But after three decades on the market, I wasn’t worried.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Sins of the Reaper - 2
When El whispered breathlessly a few weeks earlier that she had found Jon, I should have wept for joy, but instead I wept for what might have been and now can never be. Even when Jonny stepped through my door for the first time in more than thirty years, I felt more fear than hope, surprised by the wave of emotion that swept through my trembling flesh as his remembered voice rose weakly within the echoing depths of my chamber. It took all of my powers of dissimulation to keep from making myself known to him in that moment and weeping aloud in terror and relief.
By John Cox2 years ago in Fiction
A Terrible Karma.
It was two years ago that my cousin married a former prostitute. She was those type of runs-girl that you book online and have them sent to your hotel room.
By raphwrites2 years ago in Fiction
Take Us To Forever . Content Warning.
Edith lay in her bed, under her sweat-soaked sheets. She had been under here for a few days, not moving, depressed of course. She was 25, single, and lived alone. She worked remotely as an online tutor, never showing her face. She didn't have to. Her job allowed her to stay in her little mole hole she made for herself and never have to leave the comfort of her own bed. She loved it there. It smelled familiar. It looked familiar. It was safe. It was comfortable. It never disappointed her. Today, she was rotting away on her phone, looking amongst the war zone that was the popular social media site "GalaxyGroove," where hundreds of mind-numbing souls could unleash their most unwanted but wanted opinions to the internet, and let the battle commence.
By Valentine Vampire2 years ago in Fiction
The Judas Kiss
"Oxygen levels normal, carbon levels normal, gravity .3% heavier than Earth’s. No toxicity in the air detected, no harmful viruses or germs in the air detected, UV levels are non-threatening. Temperature within survivable standards, all other tests have verified that this planet is within survivable standards even without a survival suit. You can take off your survival suit if you so choose Commander Wren."
By Andy ortega2 years ago in Fiction
Well earned break
Though I was supposed to be on leave for those two weeks, it seemed like I saw more of my colleagues than when I was working.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Seeker: Episode One
That fateful day when I opened the locked drawer of my father’s old writing desk was the day that everything in my life changed.
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
The Unraveling: A Mother's Descent into Madness
Once, there was a quaint little house nestled on the outskirts of town, shrouded in mystery and whispers of past tragedies. It was here that Sarah, a devoted mother, sought solace after the loss of her husband in a tragic accident. Little did she know, the house held secrets far more sinister than she could ever imagine.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
Sins of the Reaper. Top Story - May 2024.
Walking as rapidly as my bruised heel will allow, I begin to weep, barely able to suppress the desire to stop and let it all go, the sound of sirens rising to my ears as I round the block past my former apartment, my feet carrying me away from the only chapter in my past that I still clearly remember.
By John Cox2 years ago in Fiction
The Temple of Asana
The temple of Asana is bedded down in swathes of dark foliage. Where the broad leaves of rubber plants graze its sloping sides, licks of moisture saturate the pink stone. The breadth of the temple is slashed with these markings; rosy tiger stripes paling in the sun. We remove our gear at the temple entrance (force of habit), and melt into the cool darkness.
By Jennifer A. G.2 years ago in Fiction
The Lady At Night
I woke up in the middle of the night one time because I was sick. This was years ago. Due to my illness, I wasn't really conscious of my surroundings then.
By raphwrites2 years ago in Fiction
The Magic of the Garbage Collector
The Magic of the Garbage Collector Chapter 1. In a world where magic is the most important thing, a young man aspires to become a garbage cleaner instead.
By AdiB-DilZa2 years ago in Fiction