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Resurrection Sunday
The bell of St. Catherina’s Chapel rang out over the town of Black Hollow, its mournful toll cutting through the crisp Easter morning. The sound sent shivers down the spines of the townsfolk, who hurried to the chapel with lowered heads and heavy hearts. Easter was no time for joy in Black Hollow. It was a time of reckoning.
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
Pyro's Spell, Friday, May 18th, 2007
“Here you are ladies, early as usual.” Anton informed his six gorgeous passengers. “Same time again tonight?” Anton had landed one hell of a gig this time. All he had to do was pick up six exotic dancers at the same place and time, then drive them 20 minutes down the road. Each girl gave him $20 to drop them off, and another $20 when he picked them back up.
By Anton Mathias Heft 3 months ago in Fiction
The Devil's Cut . Top Story - January 2026.
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 months ago in Fiction
The Sucker Punch
While the weather grew miserable and the city turned sullen, a lone lightpost oscillated under the weight of the incessant rain. Kine stood in the downpour, her polycarbonate skin slick and cold, watching as his shadow inched closer with a hollow step.
By Caitlin Charlton3 months ago in Fiction
The Mediation, Friday, November 9th, 2012
Anton sat at the large oak table in the mediation services office. He had already been there for twenty minutes. He was fifteen minutes early and eager to get this over with. He already knew that she wasn’t going to agree to anything. If Karin thought he killed it at the first court date, wait until she sees what’s about happen here.
By Anton Mathias Heft 3 months ago in Fiction
What Walter Never Reads
If you are reading this, it means Walter trusted you enough to let you step inside the broom closet. Or maybe he did not notice at all. Either way, welcome. My name is Holly, and this notebook is not meant for me anymore. It is meant for you.
By Salman Writes3 months ago in Fiction
Broken Safe Haven - Chapter 3
Previous Chapters Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Jordan rushed into the training room, an old basketball gym now a labyrinth of training mats, punching bags, and blunted weapons. The musk of sweaty bodies and athletic clothes their owners neglected to wash hung in the warm air. Jordan’s boots thumped against the wooden flooring as he stomped across the room.
By Eric Boring3 months ago in Fiction
