Mystery
Dr. Pierre Renoir & The Murder Game Murder
Bonjour! I am Dr. Pierre Renoir, world-renowned criminologist, working with international agencies to solve hundreds of crime cases, and this... would have been the case of The Murder Game Murder. I say “would have been” due to the interference of one blundering Irish taxi driver; Bucky O'Shea.
By Conor Matthews2 years ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Killed Me
Back Story: Speculation ran wild at every shop and street in town on exactly how the latest girl had run away…if she had. As these things go, no one could recall her name. There were so many of them missing, who could keep track? Of course, this was just regular old run-of-the-mill gossip, and besides, there was no proof of what took place. So naturally, the juicier and more depraved the rumor became, the better. Some even speculated that maybe a serial killer had finally got to her. Just like the rest of the girls.
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Fiction
The Haven
"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen." As the words echoed around our living room, followed by a brief statement from a government representative and the national anthem, the signal became static, and we were left in silence. "Remain calm." The air had a soft bite of freshness to it. A strong scent of newly blooming spring flowers carried with that freshness through the opened windows. "Stay vigilant." I had long warned that something big was on the horizon. I had felt the inevitability in the air over the last couple of years, which led me to act. I didn't know what form it would take, just that something would happen. Something seismic. Hilary, my wife, often questioned my concerns and thought I could be putting too much stock in conspiracy theories and crackpot commentators.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Number One Hit
It was a typical night in the career of the woman known to many as "IMAX," a pop diva whose talent and singing chops match her popularity. She had just given yet another performance in front of a huge crowd, performing four of her biggest hits and leaving to a big applause and chants of her name. All the while, IMAX tearfully waved to her immense adoring public, showing appreciation to her many fans.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
Burning for You
Even the very thought of this man had me in a smiling frenzy. The way his gorgeous emerald-green eyes crinkled as he would smile. Those luscious golden-brown curls that would always somehow manage to take shape, even in the windiest of days. He was my person, and I love to think that I was his as well. Although... It wasn't always like this. The day I first met Helm, I swore to God that I'd hate him forever. He drove me absolutely bananas just by doing something as simple as breathing too much. To this day, I still haven't a single clue as to why he'd drive me up the walls. Just that I couldn't even as much as glance as the man without feeling furious with him for whatever reason. He'd do as little as yawn while looking in my direction, and I'd have steam blowing out of my ears. Nowadays, he and I tend to laugh about it... cracking up jokes as we both would mock how much his tiny antics drove me crazy. Now, he'll tell me constantly how he used to do whatever he could to get my attention... an attempt that typically ended in failure due to my complete and utter annoyance with anything he'd do. Even today, he still tells me that he's just going to use those little stories to help motivate our child to never give up on what he wants in life.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
Hidden in Plain Sight
There I stood. At the edge of the dock. The loud thrashing of the waves moving around below my feet. The water moving at a rapid pace; flowing over and around the fallen body. His body. The tattered clothing of his swaying against the current as they barely held against his skin; as if to be holding on for dear life, afraid to become lost amidst the darkness of the ocean forever. My thoughts moving rapidly throughout my mind.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
The Terrible Horror in the Beautiful Forest
In a world not too far from ours, there was a forest so beautiful it felt like a dream. The trees were tall and graceful, with leaves that shimmered in the sunlight. The air smelled sweet like jasmine flowers, and the birds sang the most cheerful songs. But this forest held a secret a terrible one.
By Mamoona Bushra2 years ago in Fiction
Byzantine
Introduction Byzantine /bɪˈzantʌɪn,bʌɪˈzantʌɪn,ˈbɪzntʌɪn,ˈbɪzntiːn/ adjective 1. relating to Byzantium (now Istanbul), the Byzantine Empire, or the Eastern Orthodox Church. 2.(of a system or situation) excessively complicated, and typically involving a great deal of administrative detail. "Byzantine insurance regulations" noun a citizen of Byzantium or the Byzantine Empire.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
