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Christian & The Devil. Content Warning.
She did her best to wipe the sleep from her eyes as she stepped out of her car into the brisk evening air. She paused for a moment to admire the beauty of the moon before dragging her heavy body to the front door. With just a bit too much force, she shoved the key into the lock and noticed the house was strangely quiet. As she pushed the door open, she dropped her keys and bags onto the floor to try to better grasp the image in front of her. Her mouth went dry, and her eyes started to turn wet.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
The Owl
The wind whipped her hair around, and it flirted endlessly with the wild flames of the open fire. The soot on her blackened fingers stained the edges of the spell book in her hand.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Halloween Land
I am sitting in my car, dwelling on my anxiety and guilt, trying to nurse my nerves into submission. I sigh heavily and finally push open the car door - it feels heavier than usual. I loosen my tie and stagger into the house. Instantly, an aroma of sweet, savory foods hit me like a brick. She cooked dinner for me. My guilt rose to the forefront of my mind with excited intention.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
The last message . AI-Generated.
I woke up to the familiar buzz of my phone. At first, I thought it was just another notification from a friend or one of those annoying app alerts. But when I unlocked it, my heart skipped a beat.
By Evxian Zx2 months ago in Fiction
Fire Killer
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 Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Monster Mash
This was a good first step, I told myself as I entered the cafe. I kept repeating that phrase, but it didn’t make it easier to blend in. I glanced around at all the humans sipping their coffees and getting caught up in their own little worlds. I envied them that simplicity. Humanity was always easier. I frowned and turned my attention back up front.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
The Echo of Choices. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In 2045, the world lay in ruins — not from nuclear fire, but from nature's furious rebirth. Cities crumbled under earthquakes, coasts vanished beneath tsunamis, volcanoes blanketed the sky in ash. Humanity survived, scarred but alive, forced to rebuild from the ground up.
By Mr. Usevolod Voskoboinikov2 months ago in Fiction
Shadows In The Mirror:. AI-Generated.
The reflect had usually been regular. A rectangle of glass framed in timber, hanging quietly on the wall of Sara’s bed room. For years, it had meditated not anything greater than her tired mornings, moved quickly evenings, and the occasional smile she forced earlier than leaving for paintings. however one iciness night time, as the wind rattled in opposition to the windowpanes, the replicate commenced to alternate.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
The Voice That Comes Only at Night
Every night at 12:47 a.m., Arman woke up. Not from a nightmare. Not from a sound. From a voice. It was faint at first, like a breath trapped inside the walls.
By Anas Khan2 months ago in Fiction
All The World. Content Warning.
“The theatre, the theatre, what has happened to the theatre?” - Danny Kaye, “Choreography,” White Christmas 1954 -0- Legend had it that the performance I observed was the first ever recorded with omni-directional camera technology. It would go a ways to explain why the actors always held a prop of some kind. And showing true ingenuity, each prop was meticulously chosen to fit each character. Nothing ever held in their hand, or gestured with in emphasis could be called anachronistic or unfitting.
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Fiction
Heat Wave
She turned up the dial radio and listened closely as the weather girl reported the weekly update. There was slight static, but with a brief adjustment, the woman's voice came in clearer.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
Nightmare Man Monologue
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 Dewey2 months ago in Fiction