Serial Romantic_Peace Reigns In The Library_Words From The Gutters_Bad Leads
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Serial Romantic
CW: murder The couple had been seated in a quiet, cozy corner of the restaurant. It was relatively empty for a late Friday night, but this meant there was no one to distract them from their romantic meal and conversation. Jacob, a charismatic man, was enjoying the company of his date Kate, who had relaxed throughout the evening and was now giggling and blushing at the compliments she was receiving from him. They'd had a wonderful date so far and were now enjoying dessert accompanied by a final glass of wine. They appeared to be a perfect match, both attractive and young. The waitress had eve...
Peace Reigns In The Library
The rain thunders down, an endless drum-roll, and the world holds its breath as it waits to find out what the big reveal will be. The occasional flash of lightning breaks the gloom inside the building, and every time it does the shadows are a little bit different. Free from the eyes of the world, the books sleep and dream.Peace reigns in the library.Something slams into the front door, rattling it in its frame. The library inhales, every bookshelf holding its breath as it waits to see what’s happening.Another impact, but this time the window gives out. A hand sneaks in and fumbles for the door...
Words From The Gutters
I know you all hate me, I know that I am the devil incarnate in your eyes, but I plead for you to listen to me one last time. I remember when I was a ywww.onedoor.ccoung boy, pure and clean, not like I am now, and I thought that the world would one day reach a state of utopia. A grand existence where no human would have to pay for anything at all, and we could all live in the free communion of each other's company. When I got older I fought for that dream, killed for it, was willing to die for it, but now I cannot look at myself the same. I thought they were all liars, I thought they were cheats and heckle...
Bad Leads
Hue Nielson kept a tally chart on his desk wall.Every Monday, he arrived at his station somewhere between ten thirty and eleven, in his creased untucked suit and blonde bed hair with enough noise to overshadow his fellow salesmen in mid pitch. His priorities were off. The huddle on Monday was never his first priority, as it should have been for every sales representative at Gregory & Gordon. No, Hue Nielson’s first priority was to take a black marker, straighten the chart on the wall, and add a line to his tally. To the average eye, this was perhaps an acceptable activity for someone who had t...