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The Conduit: Chapter 2
Chapter 2 Even at sea, a smoke-filled room can be found wherever there are risk-takers. Beneath the low-hanging light over the center of the table, Max and his department heads were enjoying well-earned downtime. It was after nine o’clock when Max flipped through the hand of cards in front of him. He looked around the room, reading the faces of his friendly opponents. Picking two blue chips from the table, he tossed them into the pot.
By Jason Ray Morton about a year ago in Chapters
Diabolic Frenzy
I can see the Hollywood sign in the hills above the city. My chase of the evil demon has led me down many streets of Las Angeles, and now I sense the end is near. Tonight under the Hunter’s Moon, our centuries-old war will conclude. The scent of fear mixed with her odor permeates the air all around me, adding a fresh layer of stench to the smells of this sleepless town.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Chapters
Fiendishly Consumed
The air around me is charged in anticipation of my meeting with the demonic witch. As I continue along the trail of the ancient murderess, I sniff the air for her familiar odor and almost gag at the pungent aroma of her scent. Bodies lay where they had fallen as she plunged through the crowds of people, leaving more dead than alive in her wake. Sensing that I am closer to her than I have been in ages, I dive deeper into this sleepless city, eager for the hunt to be finished.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Chapters
Blackbird Fly (Part 14) / Voices (Part 7). Content Warning.
(Links to the previous chapters of Blackbird Fly and Voices can be found at the end of this story) New Developments “Ray, Emily, Jack,” Sheryl yelled from the living room of the safe house. “Come downstairs. I have some news to share with you.”
By Rick Henry Christopher about a year ago in Chapters
Hellish Obsession
I’ve searched this city for days, but I’m no closer to catching up to the demoness than when I arrived. I can still sense the evil the witch leaves in her wake, and I know she is still here. She has lost herself in the millions of souls here and can merge with anyone at any moment, further defying my abilities to track her.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Chapters
Harper's Hill, Chapter 18: Never-Ending Nightmares. Content Warning.
James was under the kitchen table again. Even at the young age of nine, James would often hide under the kitchen table when his parents would fight. He started this habit when he was five, and it just stuck.
By Amanda Doyleabout a year ago in Chapters
Instructions to Be Solid: An All out Manual for Wellbeing
Wellbeing is significant to an effective and useful life. Great wellbeing is physical, mental, and close to home, and can be accomplished exclusively through a healthy lifestyle. In the feverish existence of today, it is easy to disregard straightforward propensities for wellbeing, yet with some cognizant exertion, anybody can have a solid existence. In this article, various tips on the most proficient method to be sound and accomplish absolute health are talked about.
By MD.NAIM MIAHabout a year ago in Chapters
Demonic Enchantment. Content Warning.
From atop the buildings, I stand surveying this new strange city that my chase has led me to, the City of Angels. I can’t help but compare this majestic city with the tiny burgh where this pursuit began. Even after all these centuries, the sight of too-crowded streets gives me pause, making me uncomfortable. Knowing that the witch is somewhere below, I can feel that the conclusion of this endless hunt is near at hand.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Chapters
As One Possessed
I’ve followed the witch throughout twenty-eight lifetimes, chased her across the changing continents, and pursued her on the seven seas. Each time I drew close to her, the sorceress slipped through my grasp, forever eluding my hold. Every place she has been, the murderess left behind nothing but death and destruction. My immortality depends upon hers, so her death I seek.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Chapters
The Conduit
In the middle of the South Pacific, aboard a seemingly innocuous sea station, the crew was experiencing something new in the air. The normal saltiness of the ocean air was mixing with something less pleasurable and stunned the senses as it irritated the nostrils of those forced to endure such a putrid odor. As rancid as the mixture was, those who knew the sea for a few years knew what caused such a foul stench.
By Jason Ray Morton about a year ago in Chapters
