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Raider's Grove: Crime Thriller
CHAPTER ONE 4:15 PM. Friday afternoon, another day in dreary Chicago. The streets are flooded with taxi-cabbies and agitated locals. One by one, they scurry about to their homes and offices all while trying to avoid the dreadful weather. The police station is the busiest it’s ever been; the perks are pouring in like rats and calls are blasting the switchboard.
Lisa FrederickPublished about 11 hours ago in FictionSiblings
Karen's coffee sat forgotten, the steam long dissipated, as a cold dread settled in her stomach. The key to their dead mother’s house was supposed to be nestled safely in her bag. But it wasn’t there.
Daniel SullivanPublished about 13 hours ago in FictionEyes
Officer Blake's eyes narrowed as he stared at the young man he was questioning, a look of disbelief already etched on his face. Danny Mortan's tale was so outlandish that it seemed impossible to be true. Uncertain if he had heard correctly, he asked Danny to repeat himself.
Mother CombsPublished a day ago in FictionThe Road to Nowhere
Triger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
Frank EnglishPublished a day ago in FictionI'll Teach You
It was a day at work like any other day. I spent two hours wandering around the kitchen, doing my job while listening to music. I was lip syncing "Soldier" by Citizen Soldier. I had a bitchy look from being hot and tired from how warm I was.
Rene PetersPublished a day ago in FictionSo Vocal Where's My Refund?
This is a piece of fiction, it could not possibly have happened. It is a humorous diversion. Vocal has not been working properly since Friday
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 days ago in FictionWhen The Stars Faded
The stars twinkled brightly as I stepped out of my door. The weather was warm, and there were no clouds in the sky. Tonight, I smiled as I breathed in the fresh air that nighttime brought with it.
Carol TownendPublished 3 days ago in FictionGreenbacks to Go
I was in the mood for pie, when I realized I had no dough to buy or make it. Nevertheless, I made my way to Midge's, a little joint just under the L off 86th street. It was starting to turn into a rainy day, and the breakfast crowd had all but cleared out. A booth at the end had an ambiance that meshed with mine. It called out to me for a seat, and I took it up on its offer, a purposeful change from the lonely counters I was used to.
Bethany YoderPublished 4 days ago in Fiction132 Irritation
Pearls are from irritation. Ask any oyster. Or when any guest outlasted their welcome. And I'm irritated. The irony is that while I use this concentric-layered aragonite and calcite to sequester my irritation, it just happens to be on the end of a pistol. To settle my discontent that began small as a grain. That milky white irony is now firmly within my grasp: purposeful, 45-calibred, and well-aimed. It is an iron-clad clasp that is clammy and sweaty.
Gerard DiLeoPublished 4 days ago in Fiction- Top Story - May 2024
Brilliant Shell
Please note that this should be May 10th, 131/366 which I've put at the end of this but not at the beginning. My head is not in the game. I blame Rachel Deeming.
Rachel DeemingPublished 4 days ago in Fiction Insane Conspiracy Theories That Turned Out to be True
The Internet age with social media spreading information fast and wide become the platform of what could be called the boom period of conspiracy theories. Yet what might actually be the truth is usually misleading. It is drowned underneath a hill of lies. So, before you fall down the rabbit hole, let's debunk a few myths: Indeed, Micheal Jackson, Elvis Presley and Tupac are deceased. Wayfair also does not have anything to do with human trafficking and the belief that lizard people run the world is baseless. Still, there are some conspiracy theories with the truth as an outcome, and they are the most mind-boggling of all.
Amine OubihPublished 5 days ago in FictionDr Psycho
Some say I've got a God complex. That I'm narcissistic. I am better than a lot of other people. Egotistical, maybe, but true. I'm the best in my field. Things that bother other people don't bother me. Blood for instance. OK, not many surgeons mind that, so not the best example.
L.C. SchäferPublished 5 days ago in Fiction