Fiction
The Hoarder
Michael had never considered himself a man without feeling, and seeing Kendal as he tried to collect his emotions touched something inside him. There was no doubt in Michael's mind that he was out of his depth. His gut was tightening and he struggled as to what to do. He felt like he should get up and put a consoling hand on the old man's shoulder or something decent and human, at least.
By Rachel Deeming2 months ago in Chapters
Ego Sum Pt. 1
Marion Trafford had lived what could be described as a simple life. Average. Typical. His weeks were all the same, consisting of office work - days from nine to five - and weekends that were less than stellar. The man wasn’t one to go out, instead spending weekends tucked away in his own home, skimming through his collection of nondescript novels or watching a typical sitcom.
By caitodoesstuff3 months ago in Chapters
The Hoarder
If you were to happen upon Kendal's home as a passer-by, you would not recognise it as a dwelling, although the area was very much residential. You might think that someone had chosen a barren patch of ground for some fly-tipping; or you might think you'd taken a wrong turn and ended up at the entrance to a scrap yard.
By Rachel Deeming3 months ago in Chapters
Violet Odyssey: Chapter 10
As I passed by the skywalk overlooking the lobby, a number of uniformed faces locked onto me from below. The security detail in the atrium had increased significantly. Hands tightened around rifles as a pack of combat-dressed soldiers muttered to one another, too far below for me to hear. But their gestures in my direction weren’t comforting.
By Thomas Speer3 months ago in Chapters
