Adventure
Mysterious Death of Princess Diana - What Do We And What Don't We Know About It!!
The world was shaken by the inopportune passing of Princess Diana on the terrifying evening of August 31, 1997. Her life was portrayed by marvelousness, debate, and sympathy. Princess Diana's story has excited great many individuals, from her violent union with Sovereign Charles to her lamentable demise in a Paris burrow. Her inheritance is saturated with secret and interest. Show up with us as we examine the bits of hearsay, discusses, and inexplicable problems encompassing Individuals' Princess' passing as we set off on a mission to tackle her secret.
By Abdur Rahman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Billionaire’s Cats
Jasper's hands got sweaty when he was nervous. Harper used to call him "slippery hands." Not a good nickname, but at least Harper tried. Jasper wiped his palms down his pant legs and inched forward, hugging the wall. He approached the corner of the hallway and wiped his hands again. Harper was supposed to be with him. It was Jasper's first job; he was supposed to have a trainer with him. Instead, he was alone; a nervous trainee with a gun expected to kill a rancid-smelling billionaire. Jasper pulled the collar of his jacket over his mouth and did his best to not breathe through his nose. How could one person smell this bad? Good grief. Finally reaching the corner, he slowly pushed his head into the hallway. The first thing he saw was the rotting corpse of a tabby cat. Ah, the cat was rancid not the billionaire. How long had that thing been lying there? Didn't this guy have maids or something? The hallway was empty, so Jasper made the dash to the large gilded door on the opposite wall. This part was all about speed, not stealth. So he tore the gun from his pocket and kicked the door open. He was standing gun up legs set wide and slightly bent when he was faced with what was in the bedroom: another dead cat. Other than the second carcass, the room was empty. Was he too late? Was the billionaire already long gone? Nope, Jasper rushed the rest of the way to the cat, crouched, and waited for the footsteps in the hall to stop. Crap, he may have to kill someone after all. As the noise got closer, he got more tense. Then suddenly whoever was walking down the hall reached the door frame. It was the billionaire, and he spotted Jasper immediately. Jasper threw up his gun. Could he really shoot him?
By Natalie Scivally3 years ago in Fiction
Power of Friendship
“Your friends aren’t yours” the cold voice declares. The eldritch man sneered and circled me to block me from standing with those I trusted. I attempted to look into the eyes of the friends I had many adventures with, but they refused to share a single glimpse. I felt my heart turn cold as I realized the man wasn’t lying and my breath shuttered with tinges of fear.
By Joseph Lane3 years ago in Fiction
The Masters
A Terrifying Tremulous Trees story “They’re talking loudly, Twigly,” Charlie said while sitting on my top. “This should be interesting, Muata. Those Karate masters might fight each other,” Honon said from atop Mr. Murder Tree. Honon, Mr. Murder Trees friend, had connected to Mr. Murder tree almost 200 years ago. To keep his friend alive, Mr. Murder Tree put special soil made from a meteorite into Honons food, and now he can live as long as the trees. I gave Charlie the same soil, but Charlie is only in his late thirties.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
From Ordinary to Extraordinary
Fazil had always been an ordinary guy. He worked a nine-to-five job, paid his bills, and spent his evenings watching superhero movies, imagining himself soaring through the skies and saving the day. But he knew it was just a fantasy, a way to escape the monotony of his everyday life.
By Fazil Ahamed3 years ago in Fiction
Puzzle Box
Sicily | 1943 Rosalie swiped the box from The Monsignor’s fragile hands, then bolted towards Garret who was waiting for her just beyond the door of the sacristy. Two bullets nestled their way into the polychrome marble above her head, and the last thing she remembered before Garret slammed the door shut was the Monsignor - smiling back at her as pieces of the sacristy’s irreplaceable ceiling began crumbling around him.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
