Autumn Fires_Benny Bitter and the Cree Three_The story of a heartbroken boy, who killed his sister._
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Autumn Fires
CW: Blood The crisp autumn air stung the back of her throat as she rode her bike down the hill out of her neighborhood. Her wardrobe was ill-prepared for a climate like this, so she made do with a long pair of leggings and a thick sweatshirt. She pedaled and pedaled and pedaled, thinking of warm things to trick her body into making the trip to class.Warm things.Butter on a stovetop.Sheets fresh from the dryer.A fall-scented candle.Logs in a fireplace.Smoke coming from a chimney.Smoke.Smoke?Her nose was burning with the intense and distinct smell of smoke.Her feet dragged along the pavement and...
Benny Bitter and the Cree Three
It had been four years since the last rains. A normally verdant and temperate valley had become yellowed with drought and death, everything from grass to bushes to trees withering to a pale and lifeless straw. The hills of dead grass and huddled bunches of bare trees looked down upon the dried-out river, now a rocky and carcass-filled road, an underworldly shadow of the existing road that had previously followed the river. A heavily armored truck rumbled down the road, its cargo a huge water tank, led and followed by police cars. Two men sat in the front seat of the truck; the driver a rough,...
The story of a heartbroken boy, who killed his sister.
That night was picture perfect like someone decorated the velvety sky beautifully with the glowing stars. The snow, which was whiter and smoother than form, covered the whole town, Whitebridge. The moon sat peacefully over Whitebridge, but then suddenly a young girl’s warm, fierce blood filled the whole cold street. Someone threw her from her sixth-floor apartment.The golden sun peeked through the clouds. Everyone got to know about the goosebumps giving murder of Kiara Lancaster. She lived alone in an apartment on the sixth floor of Solaris Apartments. The Police detectives came to Solaris Apa...
Black Is Harmless
Chidi's birthday was in a couple of days—Thursday, to be exact, and this Thursday would be unlike any other day. It had to be. I was a healthcare worker, but I was taking the week off for him. Chidi had somehow nursed an unusual apprehension that he wouldn't live above thirty-two. I'd never really taken him up on the discussion for fear of reassuring him, but he would be thirty-three on Thursday and that was something. Despite the conflicting thoughts, I was present in the kitchen, at the table where I was preparing breakfast. I added three cubes of sugar, stirred his cup of tea for the thirty...