thriller
The Chrono-Verse Conspiracy
In the sprawling metropolis of Neo-City, where towering skyscrapers pierced the clouds and neon lights painted the streets in a kaleidoscope of colors, a clandestine organization known as the Temporal Society operated in the shadows.
By Mohameen Moshood2 years ago in Fiction
Ashes to Ashes. Top Story - March 2024.
The Captain’s “medical leave” was suspicious with a feel of relief and suspicion. John’s gratitude rush was a well-deserved break from the suffocating case and an opportunity for him to clear his head. However, he still felt some lingering doubts inside of him. Was this actually about his welfare or just a smart way of keeping him at arm’s length as they carried on with their investigations?
By Kageno Hoshino2 years ago in Fiction
Enlightenment
In the heart of a bustling city, there lived a young girl named Elara. She was unlike any other child her age. While her peers were busy playing games and engaging in frivolous activities, Elara found solace in the depths of her mind. Her intellect was unparalleled, her curiosity insatiable.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
Cindy of Ravenswood. Content Warning.
There is a difference from right and from wrong, here, my thoughts do not align. I was always under the impression that they were good guys in the world and bad. Now I am not too sure. Let me first introduce myself to you, my name is Cindy Poppins, I am a caretaker for the elderly here in Ravenswood, it does not matter what their fault is or was while they were alive, rather younger, now that they are old and feeble mind and body. It is my task to take care of them in their final days. This is where I say the lines blurred between what is good and what is bad. To give further note in this I will try my best to recall the conversation from one who has passed, as well as one whom is waiting to pass.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
A Fork In the Road
$5k. Tonight. If you don’t answer the call, this gets posted to social media. Jack reads the note for the fourth time, glances at the damning photo of his partner, and reads the note again. The detective in him wants to have it analyzed by MPD’s forensic team. Chances are slim, but maybe they’d find a fingerprint belonging to the perp who’d written this, or find the font came from an old typewriter or something.
By Kenny Penn2 years ago in Fiction
The Beginning Of The End | Pt. 1
Sicily | 1943 6:38A.M Giving thanks for being responsible, and making sure everyone drank one glass of water for every glass of wine, Garret awoke refreshed. His body still ached from the numerous injuries he sustained from the crash, and his arms, neck, and hands were still bruised, and burned, but his energy was high, and his adrenaline was rejuvenated.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Raindrops of Love
Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a young artist named Liam. Liam was a dreamer, always finding inspiration in the beauty of nature that surrounded him. His studio, a cozy attic overlooking the town, was his sanctuary where he poured his heart and soul into his paintings.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
