Series
THE LAST WITNESS
The Last Witness — Part II : The Cleaner Detective Mara Keene packed everything in a single black duffel: her service weapon, two burners, the USB drive, a tattered printout of Evelyn’s thesis, and a voice recorder she hadn’t used in years. No laptop. No phone. Nothing trackable.
By Huda Yusufabout a year ago in Fiction
THE LAST WITNESS
The Last Witness part 1 Rain fell in sheets the night Evelyn Carr disappeared. The official story was simple: 24-year-old grad student, walking home from the university library after hours, never made it to her apartment. No signs of struggle. No body. Just an umbrella found snapped in two beside the river.
By Huda Yusufabout a year ago in Fiction
The Bone Collector’s Daughter – II: Whispers from the Crypt. Content Warning.
Part 1: The Bone Collector’s Daughter – I: The Inheritance of Shadows III: Whispers from the Crypt The days bled together after the prince’s offer. Vera wandered Blackthorn Hall like a ghost herself, her fingers trailing over the relics of her father’s obsession. The skulls seemed to watch her now, their hollow gazes heavy with secrets.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Fiction
Beneath the Raven’s Wings
The Raven’s Kiss The first time I saw her, she was standing at the edge of the Wood, where the mist curled like phantom fingers around the ancient oaks. Her gown was the color of a moonless night, her lips darker than spilled wine. She did not speak—only smiled, and in that smile, I felt the weight of centuries.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Fiction
Of Another Kind Altogether—PART 5
Marilyn had a busy day planned. It was her “doctor” day, as she was scheduled to see her OBGYN, then the psychiatrist to whom she’d been referred, and after that, blood work. Although she realized none of that applied, she wanted to be a good sport in case someone wanted to commit her.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Her County: Part 2
PART 1 I walked on all throughout the next two days, resting on the first night beneath a heavy, drooping willow. Exhaustion and the lulling, lapping sounds of a nearby stream sent me quickly into slumber so deep I only awoke late into the morning, losing much of the day. I was hungry, but if I was to fish then I’d only be finished cooking it on the spit when I’d need to rest again, so I followed the stream, thinking I may come to a township of some kind.
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Dark Order 1.17: Dead Or Alive
After finishing the investigation of the crime scene in Tramble, Constance returned to Godrick Square with more questions than answers regarding not only her brother but also Maggie's involvement in the mass casualty event in Windros.
By Donnie Barlowabout a year ago in Fiction
Dead Ringers; Chapter 17
Miles's eyes make a careful sweep of the room, stopping on the nurse that currently hovers over Elliot, checking on him. I glance towards the door. The door is shut, but I know that two Night Division officers stand at attention outside the door. When I look back at Miles, he's studying Elliot's chart. It's my turn to watch the nurse as she walks towards the door. The two officers look at her, before looking back to the hall.
By Katarzyna Crevanabout a year ago in Fiction
