Mystery
Overall Awkward Ordeal
Eliza frequented Cafe Brie often enough to be considered a regular—she practically lived in this coffee shop when not at home. She liked the ambiance and its ability to feed her busybody nature. Honestly, to her, people-watching counted as novel research. Her writing was bettered by realistic characters. Today, Eliza sat sipping her nonfat soy latte, brow furrowed. The man standing at the counter cut a familiar silhouette. His hair was deep red and messy, he had square shoulders, and his skin was slightly olive-toned. Indeed, she had met him or seen him somewhere before; everyone knew everyone in this little podunk town. Nothing more exciting happened than when Cafe Brie opened on the town square. It was difficult to tell without seeing his face; picking up her mug, she sipped her coffee and eavesdropped as he ordered a cafe moca– a reasonably standard order.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
Secrets Rising.... Content Warning.
Luke I'm spent. Carved out. My mouth feels dry and my teeth woolly. Rough. But sober, the bottle reflecting warm mahogany. This is emotional exhaustion but despite it, I feel a spark of gladness at being and it refills me with something. Hope?
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Psychic Prostitute and The Businessman's Amsterdam Hookup
Amsterdam is renowned for its brownies and its prostitutes. It’s one of those cities that doesn’t look down on the sex trade. When Johnny went to Amsterdam he planned on trying all the local cuisine, including the sampling of women.
By Jason Morton2 years ago in Fiction
Unbounded Fondness
The grand hall was awash in a sea of white and gold, the kind of opulence that made Florence's chest swell with a mixture of pride and nervousness. Guests whispered and clinked glasses as they awaited the arrival of the bride. The air was thick with floral perfume and the hum of a string quartet playing a gentle melody. Florence stood alone at the threshold of the aisle, her fingers clutching the delicate lace of her gown. She peered through the heavy wooden doors that led to the ceremony, trying to steady her racing heart.
By The Vogue Author2 years ago in Fiction
Character Creation
Characters are the heart and soul of any story. They are the vessels through which readers experience the world, emotions, and conflicts of the narrative. Creating compelling and believable characters is an art that requires a blend of imagination, empathy, and technique. This article explores the essential elements of character creation and offers tips to bring fictional people to life.
By Sazeeb Chowdury2 years ago in Fiction
I'm Coming for You. Content Warning.
In the wake of terror my eyes trail the raggedness of my shadow as it glides left then glitches on the wall just ahead of me. A piercing tightness in my chest catches me off guard. I freeze in my tracks, weakened by the struggle to lift my foot. It feels like my shoes are suddenly glued to the concrete. Desperate to take a breath, I try hard to ignore the chills crawling up my skin. My heart is so offbeat I could feel its tempo pounding against my chest like a drum
By Author M-Bleu2 years ago in Fiction
