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The Hunt
It was Halloween. Again. And the monster whispered in Marcus's ear, telling him it was time. But Marcus didn't want to listen to the monster. The things it told him to do, the things it made him do, were not things he wanted to do. But it was an itch he had to scratch, a need he had to fill. Like clockwork each year a few days before Halloween, the monster would start whispering, getting louder and louder until the whispers were all he could hear.
By Diana Anderson2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Doll House: Part II
This is the second half of my prologue to a book I'm working on. You can find the Part I here. Rebecca tugged the collar of her white blouse, adjusting the crisp lines with nervous fingers. The opulent bathroom of the modern villa stretched before her, chrome fixtures gleaming under the recessed lighting. In the gilded mirror above the marble countertop, her reflection looked back, her pale skin and worried eyes betraying her outward composure.
By Nicole Gibson2 years ago in Fiction
Horrified Survivor
Within the windowless room, where I sit and wonder, the light that shines above me as my only companion, it simmers with the delight that it enjoys giving, as if it were but a real and living and breathing thing. The light that shines above me as my friend and only companion inside of this shell of a room that once gave life to others, it is now a ghastly hall of vacancy. No longer the lingering cries or that of hinged demise, for it is no longer a place with life, for the void that has overtaken it alone kindles a reminder that I am but a last vessel.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
The Marriage of Beauty
The marriage of beauty Once they lived a young and beautiful girl who vowed never to marry a man with any scar or defect. Her man had to be spotless and charming. Not even a scratch should be on his skin. Many suitors proposed to her and each time one purposes, she would release a black fly from a tiny black gourd to examine him. The fly Wonder all over The Man and come back to report either or scar or some kind of defect or mark. The girl you will turn down the proposal immediately. This went on for many years until a dragon heard about it. ‘I am going to marry that girl,' the dragon said.
By Marie Kromah2 years ago in Fiction
The Mammoth
Title: Unearthing the Mammoth: Revival of an Archaic Giant First of all, The mammoth has long captivated experts and the general public as a recognizable emblem of the Pleistocene era. Tens of thousands of years ago, these massive, shaggy creatures ruled the cold expanses of the Northern Hemisphere as they roamed the Earth. Although these giants disappeared from the globe millions of years ago, the intriguing prospect of reviving them has been heightened by developments in genetic science. In this piece, we explore the science underlying the resurrection of mammoths, the moral questions it poses, and the possible effects on conservation and our comprehension of ancient ecosystems.
By Vijay Kumar2 years ago in Fiction
The Doppelgänger
In the quiet town of Eldridge, where the streets were lined with ancient oaks and the houses whispered tales of the past, lived a man named Adrian. He was an ordinary person, content with his mundane routine and the familiar faces that filled his days. However, one fateful evening, everything changed.
By WanderingZombie2 years ago in Fiction
Ophelia. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
Trigger Warning: mentions of domestic abuse Your hands were sweaty the first time we met. It seemed to permeate my keys as you shakingly plugged in ten digits and the name "Ophelia." You tossed me into your purse, unaware of how I bounced around until I sunk to the bottom. It was dark in that purse, the kind that grabs and holds you hostage without any hope of escape. I didn't much care about the pitch dark as a bit of curiosity led me to search the internet.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
