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Strangers In The Night
Saturday Morning Footsteps echoed around me. My footsteps. It crossed my mind someone might have followed me, but it couldn’t have been. My dark-colored sedan blended in with the rest of the cars on the road. And in the dark, it could look like either a dark blue or black or if the light hit it exactly right, even a purple of some sort.
By Kenneth Lawson2 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Blackwood Manor
Chapter 1: A Shadow in the Mist The imposing silhouette of Blackwood Manor loomed against the darkening sky; its ancient stone walls shrouded in an eerie silence. The air was thick with a palpable sense of dread as if the very stones themselves bore witness to a sinister past.
By Nims2 years ago in Fiction
Real Heroes
We all breathe the same air, but heroes are frequently hidden by the shadows of everyday life. Their tales make up the epic saga of humanity, a symphony of bravery, kindness, and selflessness. Real heroes exist among us behind the masks and capes, their deeds adding inspirational hues to the canvas of life.
By Mostafa Mahmod2 years ago in Fiction
Pervitin. Content Warning.
Canicatti, Sicily | July 6th, 1943 Nadine sipped her steaming hot, black coffee from a white ceramic cup, while Elmar used the edge of his knife to break down their hefty bags of meth and opium into twelve, three-inch lines on top of the glass table in the center of the hotel room. They had become dangerously addicted to mixing the two drugs, but the high was a rare euphoria that was impossible not to chase once experiencing it.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Eldora
In the heart of the ancient village of Eldora, nestled between towering mountains and rolling meadows, there existed a mysterious legend that whispered through the cobblestone streets and age-old houses. It was a tale that had been woven into the fabric of time, passed down from one generation to the next, like a cherished heirloom. No one knew exactly when or how the legend began; it simply was, as eternal as the mountains that cradled the village.
By Korey Ebrima2 years ago in Fiction
Silver Bullet: Shadows of Justice
In the midst of a neon-lit city, where shadows flickered in dimly lit alleyways, a legend whispered among those who walked the edge of the night. They spoke of a figure draped in mystery, an unknown vigilante known only as "Silver Bullet". With the city overrun by crime and corruption, Silver Bullet emerged as an elusive force, striking fear into the hearts of wrongdoers and capturing the imagination of those yearning for justice.
By Divine Adamah2 years ago in Fiction
My Island Dream. Top Story - November 2023.
I sit in the beach lounge chair, enjoying the sparkling, crystal blue water of the ocean in front of me. Though the waves were inviting me to dive into them, I opted to sit in the chair. Sunbathing suited me better than swimming in the ocean. The waves gently caress the shores; the breeze whispering in my ears.
By Iris Harris2 years ago in Fiction
Rosita's News. Content Warning.
Rosita had some good news to tell Edmund. She was pregnant with his baby. Rosita knew he’d be excited to hear the news once Rosita told him. She was due in June and hadn’t been with anyone since June of this year, so she knew it was Edmund’s baby.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Rox Vs. Rotto
Rox Kasker circled his wounded prey with murderous intent. He spun his large, double-edged ax in his leathery hands while he studied his victim, deciphering the best, and most satisfying way to kill it. The rain had ceased its downpour and the jackals had fled the area after Rox’s men had killed six of them. The forest was dead quiet, so quiet that Rox could actually hear the heartbeat of his prey, pounding inside of his enormous chest. The Gungan had ordered Pyrus to venture deeper into the woods, to make sure the jackals were not preparing for a surprise attack, but that had been over an hour ago, and he had not yet returned. Rox could only assume that his comrade had perished, or found himself lost. IG-96 was slowly casing their perimeter, scanning for heat signatures.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Crypteia
The air wrapped around our face as we descended through the darkness. The call of freedom, to it we harken our pace. To save ourselves from the final destruction. Of ourselves from their constructed narrative of destruction.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
A Melody of Lost Love
In a city that wore a cloak of muted twilight as Luna cast her silver glow upon cobblestone streets. The air was laced with a melancholic symphony, and the fragrance of roses lingered, reminiscent of a love that had bloomed and withered like petals in the wind.
By Edara Otuk2 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Dragon
It was a cold winter day in the small village of Willow Creek. The snow was falling heavily, and the wind was howling through the trees. Inside their cozy cottage, a young girl named Nimli sat by the fire, reading a book.
By Nims2 years ago in Fiction