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Let's Pretend This Never Happened
I really wish it hadn't come to this. We were having such a good time around the fire, drinking beer and reminiscing. Perhaps certain memories should stay in the past. Dan and I had 27 years worth of memories together and we always managed to survive the night. Until last night. Where exactly did the conversation go off track? When did Dan decide to shake off his inhibitions and simply become a stranger? We never argued. There was never any fights, any disagreements, or bad blood between us. Dan was my best friend. He was my hiking buddy and we would camp out overnight in the mountains every December. We've done this for over half our lives so why did last night turn into the nightmare it shouldn't have been? What was so different that had us turn on each other? I keep contemplating all these hypotheticals, all these scenarios, but I'm still coming up empty. My snow boots have really saved the day, up here all alone with no witnesses. I wasn't planning on hiking back alone, dragging this carcass behind me for 3 miles but I wasn't planning on a lot of things to happen. I miss Dan already but this has got to get done before the sun rises too high in the sky. I still have to double back and erase all traces of Dan and his presence here. I have to erase my tracks as well. I didn't know Dan's body could be so heavy.
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Fiction
My Dear Father
I’m Dr. Philip, and my life has recently taken an unexpected and depressing turn. I got a call from the hospital that my father had been in a fatal car crash. They’d ask me to identify the body, but everything in the car was turned to cinders and ashes.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Ravens and the Cougar
Ravens tipped me off. Four feet of fresh snowpack, and I was sweating heavily. I had entered Mount Rainier grounds on a forest service road to trek in the backcountry at low altitudes. I had no desire to create or be caught in an avalanche, so I would snowshoe amongst the huge trees, away from the rivers.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Tag!. Content Warning.
I sat with my backed turned against the endless pain of the cold steel that was holding me up while I caught hold of my breath. I had been running for some time and ducked inside of the building where I would hide until the creature searched for me no longer. I had hoped that would be the case. The scratching sounds of the creature claws burrowed like daggers inside my ears, whilst its sweet voice called out to me, calling me by name, “Virgil”, its voice was melodic, soothing, luring, it beckoned to me from deep within to a place inside of me that I had not known. It wanted me, but for what I was not certain. It cried out to me. It knew my weaknesses and how to lure me, as if it had been an expert at the game, it knew how I would react, but this is where the creature was blind, it knew, I decided I would do something that it would not anticipate or had been known before. But what?
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
Ravenswood Origins - ICE. Content Warning.
I decided to write this letter one day not too along ago, as more of a why things are the way they are, in doing so, I hope it will help someone, whomever finds this place and myself. Let me begin near the end; it was upon the eve of my youth, when a man steps out into the world to become a man finally, shedding the shackles of boyhood and strings that bind one to their mother or siblings, and in my case, both. I was the eldest of seven, my youngest sister, Edith, passed away one winter due to a mistake that I had made. My father had gone out on a hunt with the other men of our small village and had not been back in some time, in fact, none of them were. I, being the eldest of the family, was at first tasked to seek out the hunting party and being back what stock and ration I could find. If I had known that she was following me, I would have paid better attention. This is, as they say, how life unexpectedly takes a toll or turn on you.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
Ten minutes to mask a murder
In ten minutes, the squad would arrive. I heaved the 'murder weapon', a huge hunk of ice, into the storm drain. As it hit with a smash, the steady stream of meltwater started to push the pieces away, along with the red streaks that had covered one side. I hid the cocaine in the trunk.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
Doctor, Doctor | Pt. 1
Sicily | 1943 She poured gunpowder over the wound in his lower back, then took a lit match to the surface. The powder ignited, snapped, hissed, and crackled, then sealed the wound shut with a swift, blue flame. Methamphetamine was surging through his veins, so he felt nothing. His head was cocked to the right, hard, making his neck appear broken, and sticky drool was seeping from the deep, chapped corners of his lips.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Tree
Sicily | 1943 Her molars ached from the decadent layers of chocolate, hazelnut, and caramel. Unraveling her third napkin, she used the soft, white cloth to wipe away the excess sugar from her lips. Washing down the croissant with a cappuccino, and a tall glass of ice water, she paid for two more croissants and two cappuccinos to go, then exited the American occupied cafe.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Suckerpunch. Content Warning.
Nothing says dead better than a hole through your stomach. Inspector Abina “Abby” Muller knelt over the corpse. The victim was no older than twenty four, laid neatly on a sofa at the Cherry Hill motel. She had silver blonde hair just like hers, and most of her body had gone gray.
By J D Guzman2 years ago in Fiction
Levels
My feet grip the snow beneath them for only a moment before reaching untouched snow again. The air has its icy hands clasped around me, pulling me back as I try to spring forward. I trip and my knees feel the cushion of the cold snowy blanket beneath me. When fear kicks in, you think there is nothing more powerful, until the light in the distance taunts you with hope, and then you feel what real power is.
By Lucille Hamilton2 years ago in Fiction
Time Loop
In the bustling heart of the city, Dr. Nathan Carter, a brilliant physicist, stood before his invention—a sleek, metallic device pulsating with ethereal energy. It was his greatest creation: a time-traveling machine capable of bending the very fabric of reality. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, he activated the device, his hands trembling with anticipation.
By Syed Shahmeer2 years ago in Fiction
