Meg Sloane
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Lovelexic
Tika sighed, staring out the window at the open field beside her office. She was thinking about her daughter who was having some trouble in school. Brielle was infatuated with a boy in her class and insisted he was in love with her every time she spoke to Tika about him. It was easy to tell she was obsessed, but Tika had witnessed their interactions and couldn't say the same for this boy.
By Meg Sloane7 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - October 2023
The AccidentTop Story - October 2023
The night was cold and quiet. A gentle breeze carried snowflakes through the air, fluttering and light, a beautiful frozen ballet. The moon shown brightly in the vast cloudless sky surrounded by shimmering stars. The night appeared to be at peace.
By Meg Sloane8 months ago in Fiction
Mayville - Part Six
The next morning, May woke to find that Baker had left breakfast on the desk in her room. If she were honest, it unnerved her a bit to know he'd been in her room while she slept. She took a moment to use the bathroom - one of those big ones attached to the room like her parents used to have back home - before checking out her room-service breakfast.
By Meg Sloane8 months ago in Fiction
Mayville - Part Four
You see, May's foster father didn't take her in because he wanted to help her. No, he - Baker - was already long corrupted himself. He may very well have been born as such. Baker enjoyed the concept of control and applied it to every relationship in his life.
By Meg Sloane10 months ago in Fiction
Mayville - Part Two
May was a beautiful girl once. In a way. At first glace, one might actually consider her unremarkable - plain, even - but the longer you looked at her the more depth you found in her appearance. The more you thought about her, the more depth you felt from her presence.
By Meg Sloane11 months ago in Fiction
Mayville - Part 1 (Intro)
A thick fog rolled over the dense wood, twisting in between the trees, as if it were snakes searching for prey. Touching each leaf and stone, discarding droplets of icy cold water on every surface or touched. These veins of cool mist slithered to a clearing, where they wrapped around a small shack.
By Meg Sloane12 months ago in Fiction
In The Dark Of The Night
"The city's most popular reporter Janna Teed was reported missing when she didn't show up to her oldest daughter's wedding yesterday. Her daughter told us she was supposed to be there first thing yesterday morning to help prepare her for the event. When her daughter went to Teed's house an hour or so before the wedding she found the front door broken down and what appeared to be evidence of a robbery. After calling the police and aiding them to the best of her ability, it was determined that Teed had been taken from her home in the early morning hours of yesterday. There was a sign of forced entry, broken belongings everywhere, and a small amount of blood was found in the bedroom. Police believe Teed is alive, due to the small amount of blood present, but are unsure how long she has to live."
By Meg Sloaneabout a year ago in Fiction