A dark reunion_Rumbling of the Ruins_In the silence of the waves_The Last Hit
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A dark reunion
Despite it being the early afternoon the skies above were blackened by a thick blanket of grey clouds, the lights from the gas station on the other side of the road and the modest diner on the opposite side being the only thing keeping that track of land from being completely drowned in the sudden darkness. Yet for all of that, there was not single soul in that road which passed it by, and when a crack of lighting illuminated the dark sky above, the rain started. The soft pitter-patter of raindrops falling against the window was the only sound that filled the nearly empty, only rarely being ac...
Rumbling of the Ruins
CW: Bruises, dead bodies, blood“C’mon, man,” Jenna mocks, laughing over the phone. “It can’t go that bad.”“It will definitely be ‘that bad,’” I mumble, looking at the vivacious classroom ahead of me.You may be wondering why I’m using a phone in a classroom, let alone calling my girlfriend. To most people, that’s unheard of. That’s not like my school, though. In short, it’s more like a university.I thought getting sent to a private school would be a bad idea. At first, it definitely was. Leaving all my friends to go to some random fancy prep school down in California? It was definitely for the...
In the silence of the waves
Brook Chine Cottage, BrookGreen, Isle of Wight, England, 7th September 1793My dearest sister Mathilde, I am trusting to God that this missive reaches you without being intercepted by the authorities, as I have no wish to place you and Antoine in any more danger than you already are from having a brother on the Committee’s proscribed list. As you will note from the address, I have at last reached England and some safety, albeit I still have some distance to go to reach Uncle Michel in Oxford.After three months of weary, fraught travel, oft times in hiding, I at last, during the dark of the mo...
The Last Hit
She slid over the slick, worn cobblestones of Kotor’s Old Town, trying to keep her balance, and headed toward the outdoor cafe behind the ancient clock tower. She stopped at a shady empty table in the back on the sidewalk outside the employees’ entrance and dropped her rucksack on it, rummaging in the side pocket for something…her keys or sunglasses. Seated a couple of tables away were four dark-haired bearded young men. None looked up from their table; they were all transfixed, smoking their Serbian hand-rolled cigarettes and staring into their cell phones over the tops of their Aviator sungl...