Series
How I accidentally joined the Illuminati at my high school: Part 3
After months of balancing my dual life as a high school student and a member of "The Owl," I realised that the cost of keeping these secrets was too high. The dark revelations from the hidden diary only strengthened my resolve to leave the secret society. But quitting was easier said than done. The hidden diary I discovered detailed horrifying truths about society. It stated that "The Owl," along with the Illuminati and the Freemasons, was involved in manipulating global events for their gain. The diary hinted at dangerous rituals and unethical practices, showing that society was far from the benevolent guardian of knowledge it claimed to be. The final straw was the revelation that former members who tried to leave faced dire consequences, including threats to their lives. Knowing that I had to be cautious, I started planning my escape. I couldn't simply disappear without arousing suspicion. I began collecting evidence of society’s wrongdoings, hoping to use it as leverage if needed. I also started distancing myself from other members, pretending to be busy with schoolwork and family obligations.
By The Story Writer2 years ago in Fiction
Fading Memories. Content Warning.
I awoke in a room that felt strangely familiar yet entirely foreign. The day held a peculiar tension, a premonition of something concealed. As I scanned the room, I noticed the curtains and blinds were tightly shut, usually open to welcome the sun. Why would I block out its rays so brutally? I had to know. I had to open.
By Oliver Millward2 years ago in Fiction
TALES OF CRIME AND FICTION.
It all began with three things; a cloudy night with wet streets and cold air swiftly blowing through the city of London, a horribly confused detective and a perplexed case. It had been raining across London since morning, it was somewhere in the middle of January and the weather was very chilly. The busy streets of London were half deserted and extremely wet and it was around 9 o'clock in the night. On these half asleep streets, I had roamed for what seemed like hours and hours, I had lost complete track of time because I was buried deep in confused thoughts. I was frustrated! nothing made sense anymore, I had been stuck on the particular dead end for two days and I still hadn't found a new lead, my head was all dizzy and I was mad at myself. I walked alone, unaccompanied, trying to think through. Now and again I looked at the bunch of papers that I held in my left hand, I read through it again and again but, NO! no single clue could I point out. It was time to face the fact: I was stuck on a unsolvable dead end.
By Shazia Khan2 years ago in Fiction
206 — One Word Said It All
He had tried. He loved her, but he knew something was wrong. Her message was said in a whisper, meant just for him. She used a word that wandered many paths. There were many forks in its linguistic road. Depending on intent, he knew he was either going to be "all in" or on the way out. He had always hung on her every word, but this one was challenging.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
205 — Phantom Pulses for the Living
Her father was dying of cancer. He was furious when he woke up because he was certain he wouldn't wake up ever again. But he did awaken and, instead of waking up dead, which was his wish, his eyes darted back and forth in confusion.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
How I accidentally joined the Illuminati at my high school: Part 2
After narrowly escaping punishment for bringing the society outfit to my school, I thought my troubles were over. But little did I know, my journey into "The Owl" was just about to begin, and things were about to get a lot more complicated.
By The Story Writer2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 45
“Where is she?” Panic rising is Alice’s voice. “Where’s my mom? Why isn’t she here?” “I don’t know.” Stunned. “Shit, Alice. I don’t know.” We look around the room, checking the bathroom and closets for any sign of Aunt Nora. Realizing our situation, I rush over to the lifeless bodies of the two guards, “She’s obviously not here. We need to go. Help me get them inside.”
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 44
Rachel jumps up as we enter the room. “Did you get to see her? How was she?” As I look over at Alice, I notice her sour expression. She turns away from Rachel and crosses to the other side of the room. Richard sits on the sofa in the middle of the suite, arm wrapped tenderly around his wife’s shoulders. Jarvis is at the breakfast table, scrubbing at parts of a dismantled rifle. Peggy’s across from him, assembling what I can only assume is a pipe bomb. Through the bedroom door, I see Ren wrapped up in the blankets, snoring like a wild animal.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
