Series
The Next Death; Chapter 8
When I walk through the doors of the shop, surprisingly, Agatha isn't at the counter. Neal is. I wouldn't normally care, I'd be relieved rather, not having to deal with Agatha right away, but Neal is keeping his face carefully neutral. He doesn't smile or wave. He just watches me walk down the center aisle to the front desk. I stop in front of him. "No hello? Should I be worried?" I try for a joking tone, but the feeling that something's wrong taints my voice.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Fiction
The Next Death; Chapter 7
The next day, my new schedule is in effect. I still have AP Lang first hour and AP Chem third hour with Emma and Riley. I now have AP gov fourth period and Calculus second period. This still gives me lunches with Emma and Riley. I also stop by the office to get a new ID that lists the periods I don't have classes.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Fiction
The Next Death; Chapter 6
The next day, my new schedule is in effect. I still have AP Lang first hour and AP Chem third hour with Emma and Riley. I now have AP gov fourth period and Calculus second period. This still gives me lunches with Emma and Riley. I also stop by the office to get a new ID that lists the periods I don't have classes.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Fiction
LEGENDS OF THE PAST
LEGENDS OF THE PAST – PART 1
By Adam Norman5 years ago in Fiction
She Never Said 'Let Them Eat Cake'
Episode 3 Shelia could not stop smiling. She had discovered and blown up the local Insane groups’ insanely large arsenal. By herself she destroyed all that potential for hurting people. She kept seeing in her mind all the weapons in that decrepit barn on Bedbug Road. Bedbug Road had surprisingly well manicured crushed stone for having mostly empty and abandoned lots on both sides.
By Carolyn F. Chryst5 years ago in Fiction
The White Estate
December had wrought a fierce winter upon the town. Victoria had lingered in the sitting room most of the day, watching the grey sky as it littered snowflakes across her lawn. She had neglected her duties, to her own shame, as she sank into a mood darker than the clouds above her, for today was a grave day; a reminder that she was still alone, unwed, and bitter. A disappointment not only to her parents, who desperately wished for her to embark upon the next stage of her life's journey, but also to herself. She wished to remove herself from this manor, whose walls reminded her of entrapment, whose fields swept long and unending, like the depression that had taken her in her younger years.
By Jade Hadfield5 years ago in Fiction
