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Bethan looked at Christine's shocked face as she got up from where she'd been sat and went over to her. You're not the only one who can act, Dave, she thought. With her back to him, Bethan mouthed Trust me and hoped that would be enough to get Christine on board.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
A Mother’s Anxiety
She wrung her hands anxiously. It was stuffy in the house. The house was decorated for Easter. Twisting her wedding band as if it were a fidget toy, she broke the silence. “Do you think my daughter has made a mistake in marrying him?”
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Ushers at Year End
Here is a nurse working at the end of the year. He is sitting at the nurse's station finishing his charting and listening for call bells if any of the patients need help with anything. He is sitting and he starts to think that is kind of nice, but quite eerie at the same time. This nurse starts to wonder why everything is so quiet, so he gets up and starts to go from room to room, and when he checks all the patient's room, he is thinking about the new year that is just about to start and if he should consider climbing the ladder in nursing.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
Another Gory Tale. Content Warning.
At last, both children were asleep. Sandy could hear Karl moving about in the kitchen, and took the opportunity to set up her phone camera. Tonight they were determined to find out what was going on.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Plan
Christine's suggestion to"get rid of Dave" was one of wishful thinking. Yes. she'd bashed him over the head but this was out of necessity and not any real murderous feeling. She'd had to act.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Honey bee and the Blossom
The honey bee went to the nursery to talk with the blossoms. "Hello, Miss Blossom, how are you? "Mr. Honey bee, I'm a bit worried, you see. There's a young lady in the house who picks a few of us every day. My cousins are already gone, my sisters are too. I'm the last straggler and now she's definitely going to pick me sometime in the afternoon."
By Rupesh Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
Nothing
We are always pressured into doing something, but doing nothing allows us to relax and recuperate both physically and mentally.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Lady Bacon. Content Warning.
Police officer Cristin Morry stood tall. Tall like trees or skyscrapers or basketball players. She played some in her day. At six feet three inches, she towered over the guys on the force. Her hair looked pert in its tight, brown donut bun. With skin the color of vanilla wafers, she stood out amongst her peers in the Wilmington Police Department in Delaware. As she walked her beat, she noticed two teenagers.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
Time for Replies
The knock on the head he had received from his wife with a rock not only injured him but disoriented him. He didn't recall that it was his wife who assaulted him.
By Bishnu Kumar 2 years ago in Fiction
Then Who?
"His eyes blazed," sounded like such a cliché, but they did! He was so angry, the gold flecks in his hazel irises looked like sparks. The spittle flying from his bristling beard, and his aggressive gestures only added to the effect. He looked like he was about to explode. "I'm telling you," Karl's shouts were punctuated by steps forward, "I didn't do any of that stuff!" Sandy took a pace back, and another, corresponding to his. Like a reluctant dance. She was cross with herself for giving ground, but he was much bigger, and in his fury, seemed to tower over her. Her heart kicked up a notch, a flighty hummingbird thrumming in her chest. Her anger had shrunk, abandoning her when she most needed it, crowded out by Doubt, and leaving room for Fear. Karl's outrage seemed genuine. She believed him, yet it felt wrong, weak, to bend when he was being so aggressive. She dashed tears away before they could spill, drew herself up taller. She felt tiny, still, like an angry kitten. Well if you didn't do it, who did? I don't know! Maybe Wyatt. You've ruined that kid. He's a spoilt little shit. Sandy's eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped. "He's a child, Karl!" she seethed, her anger rising again in a wave to meet his. "You seriously think he would leave a KNIFE by Matty's bed?" "You think I would?"
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
"Show me the Money!"
Greed is one of those godless words guaranteed to end in some form of deserving misery... Self-centered, stingy, materialistic. Just a few characteristics lending themselves to the undesirable personality of one, Alvin Dembrowski. A seemingly, law-abiding man who would give you the shirt off his back, yet rob you blind without a smidgeon of remorse.
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
Piling Up (overwhelmed)
Is it the change of weather, the lack of sleep from cooking the Thanksgiving feast, the carbohydrate coma of afterwards, or the pressures from the upcoming property taxes due on December 1st amidst the expectation that Christmas decorations are "supposed" to have cheerfully gone up by now???? I want to know. And I want a nap. Maybe I just need vitamins. That might help. All I know is that I have managed to keep the kitchen clean at least. Kudos for me! But I see other things piling up...dust, laundry, animal care issues, and there's that ding on my windshield!
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Fiction