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A Fate that Burns
“I’m hungry.” “Me too.” “Are we there yet?” “Can we stop at the next gas station? I have to pee.” It seemed mid-day had arrived with its usual fanfare as the Gladwell’s car continued to roll down the one-lane highway. Its brown wooden exterior absorbing the sweltering heat, as sweat broke out on its passenger’s skin like drops of morning dew. Long stretches of road opened up, the wind dancing amongst the heat waves, melding together in perfect tango.
By Rachael MacDonald2 years ago in Fiction
"Unveiling the Enigma: The Lost Souls of Titanic - Delving into the Mystery of Disappeared Bodies"
In the annals of maritime history, few events have left as indelible a mark as the tragic sinking of the RMS Titanic on April 15, 1912. The "unsinkable" ship's collision with an iceberg led to the deaths of over 1,500 people, making it one of the deadliest peacetime maritime disasters in history. Yet, even more than a century later, one enduring mystery continues to haunt the Titanic's legacy—the inexplicable disappearance of many of the bodies lost in the frigid North Atlantic waters.
By Anika Lashanthi2 years ago in Fiction
Welcome Home, Craig. Content Warning.
“Caledonia you’re calling me and now I’m coming home” – Caledonia by Dougie Maclean I had just boarded the last stage of my long trek home from New York to Glasgow at London Heathrow. Another hour or so and I would be on home turf again for the first time in a decade. Was I looking forward to it? In some ways, yes. Glasgow has always been my first love. It is where I grew up, got my education, where I met the love of my life before screwing it up beyond repair. There’s a line in the song Caledonia by Dougie Maclean “I have moved, and I’ve kept on moving, proved the points I needed proving.” That, at least in part, explains why I moved, despite loving Glasgow so much.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Stick 'em up. Top Story - September 2023.
Connor trembled. Until this very moment, he’d never considered the difficulty of staying perfectly still. As he stared down the barrel of the gun it became abundantly apparent. His hands shook as he fought the urge to wipe away the sweat stinging his eyes.
By Sian N. Clutton2 years ago in Fiction
The Enigma of the Midnight Manor
The night was draped in darkness, and the moon hid behind a shroud of clouds, casting eerie shadows across the sprawling grounds of the Midnight Manor. The mansion, long abandoned and rumored to be cursed, stood as a looming testament to a bygone era. Its grandeur was still intact, but its glory had faded into the annals of time.
By Aftab Asif2 years ago in Fiction
HIDDEN
There once stood a quaint and enigmatic mansion sitting on a hill in the village of Oakwood. The locals in the town murmured rumors about the big estate's dark mysteries and hidden secrets. The estate allegedly had unimaginable treasures that were kept out of the public's view. However, no one dared to go there for fear of arousing the legendary ancient spirits that were claimed to guard the place's secrets.
By Harajuku Barbie2 years ago in Fiction
Stray Dogs
The speeding locomotion engine roared through the blizzard that raged across the mountains. The racket of wheels on track almost drowned out by the sound of gunfire. Bullets flew as two elves clung to the roof of a passenger coach, exchanging shots with the goons in the adjacent coach.
By Nick Cennamo-Smith2 years ago in Fiction
