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Academy Murders: Anagram. Content Warning.
Purple ink sunk into the page. Yawquisha’s perfect penmanship pushed her to excel. As she signed the bottom of the letter, she ensured she had the right postage and envelope size. She sent it and returned to her apartment.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Designation Beta 9 (ch. 1)
Seven of our squad had already been neutralized and at the pace we were moving, the rest of us were going to be next. The thick trees and vegetation around us made it hard to detect movement, so to keep directions of attack to a minimum, I and the remainder of my squad that managed to stay together were hunkered behind a fallen tree.
By Daniel Gilliam3 years ago in Fiction
Academy Murders: 1/1 . Content Warning.
“Brutally dishonest,” she said. The words flew from her mouth in clear, sharp, cuts. “Excuse me?” the guard said. “You’re asking me to speak honestly. There’s no brutality in honesty. The only brutality is in being dishonest,” Kim replied.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
"Unveiling the Magic of Love: A Journey Through the Depths of the Heart"
Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills, there lived a young woman named Racheal . She had always been captivated by the idea of love, believing in its transformative power and the deep connections it could create between people. Little did she know that her own journey through the depths of the heart was about to unfold.
By Silas Racheal 3 years ago in Fiction
Academy Murders: Strong Flowers. Content Warning.
Small strands fell to the floor. The wind from the fan backstage carried the pieces into the air. Pulcher Fitts looked poised and listened to a yogi give pose instructions to a class. Pulcher memorized every lotus pose and balasana like she had committed a poem to read before her high school AP English class.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
"Midnight Whispers"
Under the velvet blanket of the midnight sky, where stars gleamed like diamonds, Emily found herself captivated by the allure of a quaint countryside village. The air carried the scent of dew-kissed roses, and a soft breeze rustled through the ancient oaks that stood sentinel along the winding path. With every step, the cobblestone streets whispered tales of centuries past.
By waseem Chemist3 years ago in Fiction
