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Fire Bug
I nursed my coffee as I turned back onto 71st Road. I had gotten so used to seeing the familiar scenes of my silly town that I almost missed the small orange glow. I stared at it strangely, trying to process what I was looking at. I reached down and grabbed my radio.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey6 months ago in Fiction
Summer Nights
The pine trees swarmed around the lake like a great barrier, keeping everything safely inside. To the boys, Patrick and Michael, it seemed like the woods were creating a private summer getaway spot just for them. Of course, their parents and little sister were still tagging along - someone had to provide the snacks and juice boxes, they supposed. But once they had been well sunscreened and had their floaties tucked on, they felt like they were swimming all along on their perfect island.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey6 months ago in Fiction
Mirror World
The room was backward. It was like looking at a reversed photograph of the space. My head was still foggy and spinning, but I was awake enough to know that something was wrong. I was in my house, and yet, it was clearly not my house at all. Everything was familiar, but it was all different. Even the sunlight seemed to be coming from the wrong side, as if it rose in the west and was spiraling in the opposite direction around the earth.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey6 months ago in Fiction
Lady of the Night
The air in the city is always the same... a luke warm soup of exhaust and garbage. I stand under the flickering neon sign of a laundromat adjusting my glasses. They’re slightly oversized so they slide down the bridge of my nose like a perfect, fragile detail and my brown hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail. I’ve read the same tactical manuals the monsters have and they all say the same thing... a ponytail is a handle, an invitation to be dragged.
By Sara Wilson6 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret. AI-Generated.
In a quiet town where rain tapped softly on cobblestone streets, there stood an old clock shop hidden between two modern buildings. The faded wooden sign above the door read: “Elias & Son Clockmakers.” Most people passed it without noticing, but every evening, exactly at 7 PM, the shop lights glowed warmly like a lantern from another century.
By Waleed khan6 months ago in Fiction
Voice of a Monster
I didn’t start off as a villain. Can I really be called a bad guy if I only kill off worse bad guys? I mean, I don’t think even Mother Theresa could have argued for the men I killed. The world is certainly better off without them. Though I suppose it isn’t unreasonable to say the world might be better off without me, too. But I don’t think that’s possible anymore.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey6 months ago in Fiction
Polar Nights & Northern Lights
The silence was deafening. I couldn’t remember the last time I had heard another human voice. I watched the crackling fire before me. It moved repetitively and seemed always as bored as I felt. I threw on a few more logs to keep the fire raging, but it still seemed dwarfed in the surrounding darkness.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey6 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Disappeared at Midnight
The Girl Who Disappeared at Midnight A Mystery Thriller Where Love Turned Into a Dangerous Secret. Rain fell softly over the empty streets of Ravenwood City. The clock struck midnight as Ethan stood beneath the flickering streetlight outside the old café where he had first met Lily.
By younas khan6 months ago in Fiction
Dangerous Meet-Cute
The storm raged wildly outside. With the fast pace of the train, the raindrops almost looked like razor blades slicing through the wind and the trees. It was difficult to see much beyond what was right outside the window. It was hot in the train cab, muggy even. I could feel the beads of sweat starting to form around my scalp. I leaned my forehead against the window and let the freezing glass calm down the uncomfortable feeling.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey6 months ago in Fiction
Event Horizon
“Come, Davis, you wanted to know what makes this experience so special. Come look out the window,” Lee offered. Fighting his feelings of uneasy frustration, Davis moved towards the cockpit. They seemed to be floating just above the Earth. Davis looked down at the stunning colors that popped against the black vacuum of space. Slowly, a new light appeared just beyond the Earth, creating a halo of bright white. It offered a sharp contrast against all else around them. “This is going to be your last sunrise for a while, Major Davis.” Lee chuckled softly and didn’t seem to notice Davis slipping away.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey6 months ago in Fiction
Unfriendly
“How are we even still friends?” I asked, scoffing a bit under my breath. I knew she hadn’t meant to be irritating, but I guess that’s what I got when I asked an overly logical person to get creative with me. She laughed sharply, but I could hear she was offended by my question.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey6 months ago in Fiction
