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The Gray Church - Part 3. Content Warning.
The Gray Church Part 3 ‘Help me out, please.’ The voice from under the car said. It was such a fragile and scared voice. I looked down at the hand and saw wrinkled fingers and a wrist so small I could wrap my own fingers around it.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
The Gray Church - Part 2. Content Warning.
The Gray Church Part 2 The clown opened its mouth, and I noticed blood dripping from its teeth. Within that instant the adrenaline in my body helped me push myself from under the car to begin running toward the police lights. I heard the clown rush to my side of the vehicle, but I didn’t want to stop and look.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Conversations
In a quaint town nestled between rolling hills and murmuring streams, there existed an old, weathered cafe named "Echoes." Its name derived from the peculiar quality of the place - conversations seemed to linger in the air long after they had ceased. It was said that if one listened closely, they could hear the echoes of past dialogues, whispers of love, arguments, and laughter.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
The Unlikely Victory
In the heart of a small town nestled between rolling hills and sprawling fields, there stood a weathered old stadium. Its wooden bleachers creaked with age, and its paint peeled in patches, but every Friday night, it came alive with the energy of the townsfolk who gathered to cheer on their high school sports teams.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
Serendipitous Encounters
In the heart of the Aegean Sea lies the enchanting island of Santorini, a place where azure waters meet towering cliffs adorned with whitewashed buildings. It was on this picturesque island that Sarah found herself one summer, seeking solace from the chaos of everyday life and hoping to uncover a sense of serenity amidst the cobblestone streets and breathtaking sunsets.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
The Quest for Fulfillment
In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a young man named Aiden. Despite the beauty of his surroundings, Aiden felt a profound sense of restlessness deep within him. He yearned for something more, something that would bring meaning and fulfillment to his life.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
Loose Threads. Content Warning.
John stared as Stevie’s car drove down the street, tightening his stomach into a knot. He knew he had been careless. The coffee cup being left, ice filled in blood –these were errors committed by novices and should not have been made by him. Steve’s suspicion was real; there was something that could be seen in the air: why the delay?
By Kageno Hoshino2 years ago in Fiction
Long dark night
If I’d been a character in a detective story, they’d call this the long dark night of the soul. Drawing deep from the amber leaf, I knew why. I took in another lungful, tasting like a motorman's glove. I laughed at myself, thinking up a Chandler-Marlowe quote at a time like this.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
Wings of Freedom
Once upon a time, in a land where the sun kissed the earth each morning, there existed a village nestled amidst lush greenery and flowing rivers. This village, named Serenity Vale, was known for its tight-knit community and its appreciation for freedom in all its forms.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
The Legacy of a Father's Love
In the quiet town of Willowbrook, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering pines, there lived a man named James. He was a father of two, a daughter named Emily and a son named Benjamin. James was a simple man with a heart as vast as the endless sky, and his love for his children knew no bounds.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
Threads of Hope
In the heart of a bustling city, where skyscrapers pierced the sky and the streets pulsed with life, there existed a neighborhood forgotten by the gleaming lights of prosperity. Here, in the shadows of towering buildings, poverty painted the landscape with its somber hues.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
