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The Midnight Heist
The city's dimly lit streets stretched out like a web of shadows, with secrets hidden in every alley. Detective Raymond Malone had seen it all. He was a man who moved in the shadows, his fedora pulled low over his eyes, and a cigarette burning at his lips. Tonight, he was chasing a lead that could break open a case that had haunted him for months.
By Olga Syromolot3 years ago in Fiction
"You are not my daughter!". Content Warning.
I am alone. I feel empty. My belly is in pain and rumbling. It’s been a long time since I have seen people. I look out the window and watch people and children on the playground outside. The children are so happy, running around and laughing. I remember my own children laughing like that. A girl, Annie, and a boy, Paul. Seems like some time ago. But how long? I don’t remember.
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Moon
Chapter 1: The Enchanting Night In the quaint village of Willowbrook, nestled amidst rolling hills and shimmering lakes, there existed a deep-rooted belief in the magical powers of the moon. The villagers believed that when the moon whispered, it was a sign of impending change or hidden secrets about to be revealed.
By Courtney Burch3 years ago in Fiction
Edge of Life. Content Warning.
Veronica was standing on the edge of her favorite cliff that she loved to go hiking at with her friends. As Veronica stands at the edge of the cliff her arms are stretched out with the intention to jump. Before she can take a step forward she pauses at the sound of footsteps behind her. The footsteps belong to one of her best friends, Richard. When Veronica turns around to face Richard he quickly runs to her with embrace. He takes her into his arms and quickly pulls her away from the edge of the cliff as her eyes start to water in tears.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
Autumn Days. Top Story - October 2023.
The pavement is pied with amber, russet, browns of every shade, its dirty grey now pooled with rough edged warmth, papering the fissures in rain slick copper and bronze. Our feet upon it step in time, the rhythm of many years of walking side by side, on spring bright grass, on summer scorched earth and on autumnal mulch, layers of leaf mould soft and giving beneath us. We have matured together, stride for stride, and delight in this easy symbiance even as we take it for granted now. Weaving our bodies, more stiffly that when our spines were fresh and sinuous, around the wooden kissing gate and into the glow of the wood at the end of the lane, we both start to listen for familiar sounds, the soft curring bass of the wood pigeons, the liquid treble of the goldfinch, the shrill pips of the robins, but always, the soft footfalls of the other, the shifts in attention, the breath, the ever present breath.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
The Boy in the Tree. Top Story - October 2023. Content Warning.
The boy climbs into the branches of the tree and sits. He glowers in his black hoodie. He has positioned himself so that he cannot be seen from the road. He wants to look out but remain clandestine to others. He likes the power it gives him to see but be unseen. He has limited experience of control, it being robbed from him more often than not. It is intoxicating to feel in charge of his actions and tonight, he has a secret purpose and is composing himself for its execution. His weapon lays by the tree's roots, somnolent but ready to roar.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Going Under
Vita and Kärlek are sitting across from each other in dead silence at the kitchen table. They both have looks of seriousness, yet distraught on their faces as they look across at one another. There is a stack of papers sitting between them on the table. Both Vita and Kärlek have been periodically looking at the papers and then back at each other for a while. The stack of papers are a file for divorce.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
