Mystery
A Window into Love: How Queer Representation Opened My Heart and Mind
A Window into Love: How Queer Representation Opened My Heart and Mind Growing up, my openness to eccentric encounters was restricted, best case scenario, and slanted even from a pessimistic standpoint. In the humble community where I resided, discussions about sexuality and orientation were either met with uneasiness or excused out and out. The LGBTQ+ people group was a theoretical idea, something that existed "elsewhere," yet never in my nearby world. It wasn't so much that I held onto any plain biases; it was more that I didn't have the foggiest idea. I wasn't educated to understand the encounters of individuals who were not quite the same as me along these lines, thus I had never truly pondered what it intended to carry on with a daily existence as somebody outside the parallel and hetero standards.
By Md Obydur Rahman2 years ago in Fiction
Assessing the Damages
The next few hours and the day after the day after the storm were mostly spent making calls, watching the news, and trying to support each other and the community. Helen was pleased that her trailer survived the storm, but she was completely without power. Still, she was glad to go home. She made some Amish life jokes before I left her there to clean up and figure out her next move. Fig hadn't called yet and I was trying not to panic about that.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Fiction
The Wedding-Chapter 8
Chapter 8 Kelsey In my dream, we were happy. He brought me a coffee and rubbed my head as I pushed my hair out of my tired eyes. We had spent the night in our hotel room, on a nice vacation to the beach. I had just gotten a promotion at work to a Senior Copyeditor, and we had taken a week away to celebrate. The only thing I was worried about that morning was what I was going to wear to dinner. A printed linen set, or a sundress?
By Bria Lamonica2 years ago in Fiction
House Fire's Secret
The Phillips were a wealthy family, one that many feared, for they ran a huge monopoly across multiple large businesses. Rumours had it they were involved with multiple counts of money laundering schemes and the sons of this family; they were spoilt, corrupt rich kids who got away with murder and I don't mean metaphorically either. The two twin boys were aged 24 and they were known to have many house parties, ones where escorts would visit, only to never return, at least not alive. These women were unfortunately forgotten about, as they were considered "missing people" even after they were found dead, it was always ruled as either suicide or accidental, never murder. The father of this family wasn't much better either. He was the one who not only protected his evil sons, but also hired multiple Hitman to take out his competitors. Of course, all of these horrible crimes were never proven, but well known among the elites in society, who chose to ignore them for their own protection. This corruption went on for years, decades even. However, there were some people out there, the families of the escorts who went missing (killed) and the gangs of Southern England who didn't like the Phillips much. So on one cold night in December, the night before Christmas, the Phillips estate set fire! The whole family was inside the mansion, including the innocent mother and lone daughter the family had. It was when they were all asleep and as the fire spread throughout the whole building, shining a fiery red so bright it was visible across all of Cornwall (where this horror story took place). The mansion was already a crumbling wreck by the time police arrived, the sounds of screaming from within were heard for miles, louder than the flames that raged thunderously all around the countryside. It became headline news and everyone in Britain knew about the "accident" that was later proven to be an intentional arson. As CCTV footage showed several masked men in hoods and tracksuits, sneaking into the estate and settling off petrol bombs around the building. There must have been at least twenty of these arsons, as they all strategically threw the bombs in a way that would flare up every side and exit with flames. They all left in several unregistered vans the moment the mansion set ablaze. The vandals knew where to drive off CCTV and hide away from all surveillance cameras around Cornwall. The fact these criminals knew how to access the estate so well and escape without getting spotted, suggested that perhaps the leader of this gang knew the building incredibly well. The theory that it was a family relative who organised this mass murder, began to circulate around Cornwall and among the police. A whole rabbit hole of shady dealings, such as drug rings and smuggling rackets began to unravel. As Mr Phillips hid many dark and depressing secrets, ones that kept organised crime around London in check. He was a mob boss, one who lived peacefully in Cornwall with his family, while England's biggest city fell into corruption and crime, all the while he profited off the mayhem! So when this news broke out, some were actually glad of his demise. Then as more rumours about the terrible twins came to light, people were glad they were gone too! Yet, that never changed the fact the Phillips wife and daughter were still innocent women, two young lives lost over their father and brothers actions. It is a sad tale, for those two anyway. Now, as for the arsons, police searched far and wide for them, but the vehicles were never recovered. Some of the clothes they wore were spotted on the bodies of other known criminals within London. These men were pulled into custody for questioning, but they never cracked under the pressure of snarling detectives or legal threats. Obviously no respectable cop could charge any of these crooks on a mere suspicion. So they were unfortunately let go. To this very day, the mystery of who burnt down the Phillips estate still remains unsolved. The theories are wild, some believe the police were behind the murder, putting a permanent end to this crime family for good. Others speculate the rival mob paid off law enforcement, so that they would never be prosecuted. For some it is a crime that seems just deserved, the end of the Phillips family is seen as justice by many. Others confess that two wrongs never make a right, that the women of this family didn't deserve to be fried. It is a complicated case, one that is still talked about and studied to this day. There have been many documentaries about the house fire, as well as crime films about all of their shady dealings. Although the arsons were never caught, many made for TV movies fabricated a rival gang (who may or may not actually exist) who were behind the attack. So if you're desperate for answers, perhaps these films will somewhat satisfy those itching questions of yours. Yet, no concrete proof has ever been found. We can only theorise and wonder, but never truly uncover the dark, despicable truth.
By Joseph Roy Wright2 years ago in Fiction
The Queen of Windmere Returns
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. That was commonly known lore throughout the kingdom of Windmere. None of the Elders knew where it came from, just that it was something that happened a long time ago. Their current queen, Ashland, believed it was her great-great grandmother who disappeared.
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Forgotten Isle
The wind howled through the crumbling stone towers of Arkenmoor Isle, a desolate place abandoned for centuries. Few dared to speak of it, and fewer still ventured near its shores. Legend told of a great kingdom that once thrived there, until one night, it vanished without a trace. The island became a hushed whisper, a shadow lurking in the corner of maps. But for Mara, it was more than a forgotten place. It was the key to her family's curse.
By Awais Aslam2 years ago in Fiction
Don’t Open The Door
There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” “Richie, NO!” Charles said sharply as he grabbed Richie’s arm. “Oh what are you on about? It’s just a door” Richie dismissed. “No, Richie! It’s not just a door” Charles protested. “Its the forbidden door.”
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
The Guardian of the Attic
There was only one rule: do not open the door. That was a simple, unspoken pact between brothers, forged in the fire of childhood horrors and fevered whispers. Over that divide, the attic creaked on its punky floorboards under a canopy of dust-speckled drapes.
By anu chandrashekar2 years ago in Fiction
Valoria
Thalos paused, his eyes scanning Seraphina’s face. He knew he needed her help, but the weight of what he was asking pressed down on him. Involving her could make things worse in the eyes of his already suspicious tribe. “I need your instincts,” he finally admitted, his voice low. “You’ve seen more than I have, and you’re quicker to notice things I might miss. But... my tribe won’t like you getting involved.”
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)2 years ago in Fiction
