Nessy Writer
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A freelance writer of all sorts sharing it out with the world. Poetry, prose, advice, reviews and travel writing.
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Stories (83/0)
Vindicta Draconis
There weren't always dragons in the valley. No, if there was something that The Valley had always been, it was exclusive. An establishment that had been run by the same family and associates for over a decade. The characters entering and leaving The Valley all did so with a specific purpose. As to what that purpose might be? Night clubs like this were usually a cover for something. Money laundering, prostitution, drug cartels. Clichés of illegality. But The Valley was different. Entertainment was flashy, extravagant and yes at times smutty or scandalous. Powerful people entered through those doors. Politicians, dignitaries, people who pulled the strings in one way or another. But as far as anyone could prove, it was just a nightclub.
By Nessy Writer2 years ago in Fiction
The Forest Council
It was late. Later than she’d realised. But she never normally got lost, she knew these woods like the back of her hand, she relied on that. But this part, this part here was different. She knew that she’d never seen it before. There were no sounds of distant cars or dogs barking, no sounds at all. It was unnaturally quiet. More like a tomb than a forest. And then, a rustle and snap. Like a twig snapping and someone clicking their fingers simultaneously. She gasped as she sensed movement behind her.
By Nessy Writer2 years ago in Fiction