Short Story
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
Partners, Parents, Uncles, and Aunts. Content Warning.
A young woman, not old enough to be called so but treated as one, settles as comfortably as she can on the hard pavement of what she assumes can only be a basement. Mold wafts towards her nose and the ground presents a small dampness. She can hear people speak from above, but not loud enough to translate the unknown language.
By Jasmine Heath2 years ago in Fiction
Love Under the Bed
Sarah had been feeling unappreciated and ignored by her husband, John, for quite some time. She felt like she was just an afterthought in his life, and it was taking a toll on her self-esteem. One day, she decided to take matters into her own hands and test John's love for her.
By Emmanuel Ojenike2 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
How Papaya Became My Tropical BFF
Papaya. To children, it was once the ‘anti-hero.’ The orange rogue among other fruits on the shelf, with its sting only leading to one frustrating mushiness. But taste buds like people change over period of time. Well now, being a visible and yummy fruit, papaya is a true allegory.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Fiction
Antihero. Top Story - July 2024.
I hope they nabbed the boar’s head. “Hold him, dammit!” Hawkner bellowed at the two limp squires. Blood soaked their courtly robes, turning them from a once striking royal yellow to something resembling the viscera covering the surgery floor.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
The Unforeseen Disclosure
Two weeks afterward and I haven't listened to anything from Kye which truly shouldn't astonish me, but it does. Jay hasn't truly said anything around what happened and I do not think he truly cares. He's been calling me more regularly so I think which means whoever he was assumed to be seeing cut him off. This has all been happening for a reason; each single time we attempt to go against each other it never works out. We are implied to be for each other. . .perhaps he's at last beginning to see this.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
