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Shadows of Digital Deception
The Harper family lived in a quaint suburban neighborhood, where weekends were filled with laughter and shared moments. Mark and Laura Harper worked hard to provide for their two children, Emily and Tyler, in a world that seemed increasingly interconnected through digital means.
By Christopher Ezeh2 years ago in Fiction
Blood Red Snow. Content Warning.
I'm running for my life; this is a matter of life and death. My pursuers are relentless, fueled by the desire for blood. I need to keep moving to stay alive. They've got the taste of blood now and they'll never stop. I'm so very cold as I only have my one fur jacket on and these slippers. They caught me unaware and now there is nowhere to go in this barren, frozen landscape. Suddenly, I see a tree that I can climb up ahead. It is hard to with all the snow and ice but I scramble up the tree just as my pursuers reach me. I see the blood that I left behind like small diamonds in the snow. My arm is oozing blood but there is no time to think of that now. The beautiful creatures snarl their teeth at me from below and try to climb my safe haven. They really are quite lovely in all their fearsome glory with the sharp teeth, the razors for claws, and their keen sense of smell. I look into the deep brown eyes of one of them and see nothing but survival instincts there. She just wants to feed her family and this is the only way she knows how, I've intruded upon her family. Finally, I know there is no getting out of this as they inch closer and closer. I take the dagger out of its sheath from within my jacket, pray, and jump to my death.
By Lindsey Altom2 years ago in Fiction
Road Rage | Pars Duo
Lunging with every ounce of strength she could conjure, Rosalie hastily retrieved her brother from the overturned death trap. She tolled him onto his back and immediately checked for a pulse. Moments ago he had let out a faint moan and twitch, but he had fallen silent again. Thankfully she was able to locate a pulse. It was faint, and slow, but it was there.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Memory Market! A Heartbreak story (Part-1)
I was sad, wandering through the streets of my hometown. There were different two-story antique shops with old rust-colored doors and rusted shelters. The road was well-constructed, and beside the roads, there were footpaths almost 5 inches above the ground. The sky was flooded with clouds. I was wearing a long camel-colored coat, tight brown jeans, a hat, and long black shoes. Yup, I approximately looked like a cowboy.
By Muhammad Saad2 years ago in Fiction
