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🍂The Shepherd of Lost Women
Before The Reckoning 🍂Blackwater’s a small town, but living here makes it feel so big. The long gravel roads, the stretched-out land that expands as wide as the sky ‘bove it. My home sits in the far corner of Blackwater Road. My long gravel driveway disappears between two walls of pine and oak. Not easily seen, secluded from neighbors and peaceful enough to walk bare naked in your yard. A two-story blue home with lavender ridges, and other hues of purple on the edges of the house. A wide, light-blue porch, a nice size garage and a shed separated from my home. It’s lavender, like the ridges. Girly, I guess but my dad allowed my mom to do what she wanted with the place. He was sweet like that. 🍂
By Nalaabout a month ago in Fiction
Just a Taste Part 11. Content Warning.
Ch 11: Payback December 20th, 2024- Basement of the Montgomery Estate, Time: Unknown All the times for my savior to show up, and he chose when I'm chained, frozen to near-death, filthy, and stinking of my pee!
By Rain Dayze2 months ago in Fiction
The One Meant-to-be
Sometime in the year 4084 During the Blight’s War Living in the Kingdom of Cuscing In the shadow of the sadistic King Stood the one meant to rule
By Mother Combs2 months ago in Fiction
Hope . Winner in Last Call Challenge. Top Story - September 2026.
Michael stares at his phone. He pulls the brightness slider all the way up, it feels more real when his corneas ache. He sighs, his weary face trembles like pudding.
By Sam Spinelli2 months ago in Fiction
Green Case, Red Button. Honorable Mention in Last Call Challenge.
In the middle of the night, when all the candle lights were out, the room smelled of two competing scents. I should have stayed asleep, but I kept twisting and stretching my tired limbs.
By Caitlin Charlton2 months ago in Fiction
Just a Taste Part 10. Content Warning.
Ch 10: Killer Confrontation Dylan December 20th, 2024- Montgomery Mansion- 8:27 PM Once I pulled up to the opulent, heavily gated mansion, I slammed on the brakes.
By Rain Dayze2 months ago in Fiction
Working Late
“How may I help you?” “I’m stuck, and need help; it hurts.” “Where are you? What is hurting?” The caller didn't respond. Renee was in the last few minutes of her 3-11 p.m. shift. She and her co-workers called the time immediately before clocking out the last call . And when the phone rang, it was literally the last call during her last call . Her shift would continue now, and she wouldn’t be paid overtime.
By Andrea Corwin 2 months ago in Fiction
The Fatal New Year
“Ten! Nine! Eight!” the crowd is shouting. The year 1993 has finally come to a close. It’s officially 1994. The year of Forest Gump, Pulp Fiction, Ace of Base’s big hit “The Sign,” and “I Swear” by All-4-One. Bill Clinton is still in office, and McDonald’s Big Mac is under three dollars. What a year. The first time I went through this year, I was only eight. I was too young to care about much of any of its highlights except the Big Mac, of course. Now I find it a glorious time to return to. Through all the time periods I’ve experienced, the 1990s seem to be one of the pinnacle times in human existence. The economy was booming, and people were filled with hope and promise for the new millennium. Nothing has ever been so beautiful as watching the hope fade from someone’s eyes. What could be a better time to do what I do than in a time of so much hope? It also helps that there are no cameras around; fingerprinting and dental DNA testing aren’t as widespread. Also, being able to transport myself to any time in history has kept me off the radar of police. It is much easier to live my joy.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
The Call Before the Sirens
At 6:43 p.m., the loudspeaker announced the last ferry. "Final boarding for the mainland. All remaining passengers proceed to Gate Two."
By Alain SUPPINI2 months ago in Fiction
Last Call. Top Story - September 2026.
“Anyone wanna just go back home?” “Um, yes. Me.” Hank looks around, purposefully past Penny who is accepting his offer. “Last call. If anyone wants to go, just speak up now.”
By Raine Neal2 months ago in Fiction
Just a Taste Part 9. Content Warning.
Ch 9: Why? Isabella December 20th, 2024- Montgomery Mansion, Basement, Time: Unknown "Daddy, please," I begged, shivering as my bladder wasn't full anymore. "You don't have to do this..."
By Rain Dayze2 months ago in Fiction
Deadly Last Call
The neon sign outside The Final Pour, a bar located in Hartford, flickered like a dying heartbeat, casting red shadows across the rain-slicked sidewalk. Detective Lena Vargas pushed through the door just after midnight, the air thick with the ghosts of spilled whiskey and cigarette smoke that never quite left the place. The bar was empty now, chairs upturned on tables, the jukebox silent. Only the body remained, sprawled behind the counter in a pool of dark blood that had already begun to congeal.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 months ago in Fiction