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Dreamer - Chapter 41
Bang! sounded from the distance. Fuck. My pace sped up to reach the old abandoned building Jess and Mace led us to only for my eyes to widen at my sight.
#2,435 Part II
Log: #3,286 Name: #2,435 Date: February 9th, 2017 For the past sixteen years, I have had to hide my journal. Tomorrow I turn thirty, which means it is my release date. When the new recruits came and went over the last sixteen years, and I tried not getting attached; however, I did. Tonight I am securing a way to sneak out the twins. They are only toddlers, but I cannot leave them behind. #2,908 has agreed to help me sneak them out. Like I stated 16 years ago when we are 30, we graduate and become millionaires; however, I am worth $2.9 billion when I am released. I learned that certain behaviors gained us money for when we left. Over the last sixteen years, I witnessed what a factory reset meant. I lost count, but I promise you that we heard nightly screams weren't just that one lady.
Ella DormanPublished 2 years ago in FictionThe Exciting Journey of Tink and Shay
The sun is nowhere to be found. Hiding behind these dark clouds, I’m sure of it. The waves are kicking up. “Shay, are you going to help me, or are you just going to stand there?”
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞: Part 1
Chapter 1: A Walking Target Have you ever relived a nightmare? not a dream, something that really made you feel like a monster, something that made you forget yourself. Did you? I never knew things can go this far or what it felt like to be a walking target, In public you try to hide the guilt and walk with innocence but i was no longer innocent. I was the predator. Just walking out the door and looking at a newspaper felt like you were on the front page. A huge secret that if slipped out we all would go down and our futures destroyed. Even if they didn't know who we were it was like I was a walking criminal underneath the blinds eyes. Everyone tried they're hardest to act like nothing happened but behind those closed doors we were afraid of who we have become. I knew the secret of what happened that night, I knew it would be let out soon if we don't clear things away. They were onto us, we were being watched. A promise, to keep the secret among us and to move forward with our lives, but things were getting out control. The gruesome rumors and the cops getting closer to the actual story afraid of what will happen next. That night took our entire purpose and left us hopeless and scared. We all looked out for ourselves after that we didn't know who to trust. We were all the suspects, it was our choice to tell the truth or stay silent. Though I knew the truth wasn't gonna spare our lives nor will the silence protect it...
Euphoria SolaiiPublished 2 years ago in FictionBard: Chapter 27
Liam listened as Trista told them of her atrocities, and they were atrocities. She’d unmasked, setting her pin on the table in front of them before folding her shaking hands on her lap and beginning the long, terrible account of her life before she’d met them.
Revising Ghost of You
**Revison Summary** Scarlett hasn't been lucky in love to say the least, but being single in 2021 was a nightmare. With the rise of dating apps and social media it made finding love was nearly impossible. One night after getting her millionth disgusting message on a dating app she vowed to be single forever. When she fell asleep she had a dream about the last time she saw Trevor Ramirez, the person she believed was the love of her life. It had been 14 years since they last saw each other, things hadn't ended on good terms. After waking up from the dream Scarlett took a trip down memory lane of her and Trevors infamous love story. The question remained, would they ever reunite?
Kimmiekins4Published 2 years ago in FictionJack of Diamonds
CHAPTER 14 The drive from Chumley Grove out to Okehampton was usually a little more than half an hour. With the mood they were in after having met DCI Bilge, it took Sonia an extra fifteen minutes to make the drive. The countryside was mostly farmland, the sky a light turquoise colour with large cumulus clouds moving in from the East. Farms, with hedgerows marking their boundaries, and trees of every colour swaying in a gentle breeze, appeared, and just as quickly, disappeared from view. A few of the small villages set off from the roadside were approached by narrow tracks of dirt worn deep by centuries of use. It was the type of drive Sonia usually enjoyed. She could see cows grazing lazily in the wide, open pastures, and sheep dotting the hillsides. Swans swam lazily in open ponds created by the recently flooded rivers and streams, and she wondered how long it would be until the water finally receded.
ben woestenburgPublished 2 years ago in FictionWrite In The Middle Of It
The cold didn’t seem to faze Erik one bit as he walked all the way home. By the time he reached his front door, his hand was clammy with sweat as he pulled out his key.
Majique MiMiPublished 2 years ago in FictionA Snow Day Means A Play Day
Adrianna drudged through the doors, slowly dragging her feet as if that would prevent the inevitable. She heaved a massive sigh, reluctant to return, but knowing there was no real way to delay it. Dropping her backpack into one of the baskets lining the wall, she plopped down onto the bench of the cafeteria table.
Jessica C.Published 2 years ago in FictionJack of Diamonds
Dimitri Chernetsov stood on the upper floor of Marlborough Estate sipping a whiskey sour and looking down at the large foyer. Two elaborate sets of staircases wound their way down from the landing he was standing on. There was a massive chandelier hanging from a chain as thick as a man’s arm, suspended twenty feet above the floor. The chandelier was at least two hundred years old and was the first thing he’d wanted to get rid of when he first bought the house. But Bubbi, he remembered, had other ideas. He was glad she’d talked him out of replacing it. There was a large Turkish rug laying on the black and white tiled floor, with two potted urns under each of the winding staircases. It was a nuisance as far as he was concerned. Again, Bubbi had a different opinion, filling the urns with silken flowers crafted by local women.
ben woestenburgPublished 2 years ago in FictionDreamer - Chapter 39
My cheeks felt hot as I found myself walking back towards my truck. Stupid. Stupid.. Stupid. What the hell were you thinking!?
Only Me: Creating Content
Even though the money was coming in on a consistent basis it didn’t mean I was rid of the fears and concerns over my living situation. Whether it was for my rent, for my food, or having the equipment I needed to work, I was always worried about getting by and what would happen if I didn’t have everything I needed. For these fears I was in this line of work, despite always saying it was something I would never do.
Coco Jenae`Published 2 years ago in Fiction