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Taken | Part 2

Crime, Horror and Mystery
AnthonyC.
3 comments
7 votes

A slow, creeping surge went through Mr. Rabin’s body. “At least I know you’re listening.” said the voice on the other end. “’Cause if you don’t, I’m gonna send your boy back to you. In as many pieces as possible. Understand?”  Mr. Rabin was silent. His silence was as good as a yes. “Glad that we understand each other, now I want you ...

First Date at the Carnival

Romance and Humour
pattersonpatterson
3 comments
7 votes

The carnival for our first date was all lights and electricity. I knew it was just my heart beating faster, but I felt the lights shining brighter, and the people felt warmer as we walked through the Earthly star system to the soul of the world. I told him this and his short, quaint laugh filled me from top to bottom with the love I was ready to pour out for him.“Yeah,” he said as his ...

GOOD VERSION OF "Love to See You Cry"

Romance
TattooGirl
4 comments
7 votes

You’re not beautiful when you cry. You scrunch up your face, make strange sobbing sounds. Your mascara tracks, and your nose starts to run. You cling to me, and I think you look positively revolting. But still, I just love to see you cry. I’ve never been good at comforting people. So why I should make you feel better when you’ve hurt me, I don’t know. You shouldn’t be comforted. You do...

It's What You Do To Me

Romance
TattooGirl
5 comments
7 votes

When you speak, the words that I wish I’d written come, a torrent of beauty in a few sentences.When you laugh, the sound that I spend hours wishing I could imitate comes cascading from you, reminding me of how the sunlight twinkles on a stream.When you cry, that very stream flows from you, down your cheeks, where I catch them with my hand.When you angrily toss that long red hair of yours tha...

Tone

Fantasy
YZ Chin
1 comments
7 votes

I love it when my friends introduce me to new people, although I never let on. I love the proud and honorable expression they wear when they say "This is Sandy - she's deaf", as if I were evidence of their benevolence. I also love the split-second shocked expression on the new people, the hasty smiles and their best imitations of what they think of as their "normal faces". If t...

The silent saga

Abstract, Non-Fiction and Poem
saket13
0 comments
6 votes

Silent Saga, My Conscience says, I am growing Coming up to the silent patch while rowing Silence is deep like ocean's trench Enchanting wisdom from ancient sageThe journey was rough but worth the peace I reached.From the road of broken dreams Entangled in troubled mind it seemsDarkness creeps in, and shadows grewIts was a long battle I fought and only few kn...

Funny Father

Horror
infactitsme
1 comments
7 votes

The creature is born of the fetid swamp. From the muck and mire, it rises to life, created from decay, rot, and strange gases that rise from the noxious fauna. It is a brute, an unthinking, unfeeling man-thing. It drags itself from the bog like some monstrous heap. It is bulky massive. The stench of the thing drives all in the woods before it. Something drives it onward, from its putrid lair and...

The Striding Place

Horror
Gertrude Atherton
1 comments
7 votes

Weigall, continental and detached, tired early of grouse shooting. To stand propped against a sod fence while his host's workmen routed up the birds with long poles and drove them towards the waiting guns, made him feel himself a parody on the ancestors who had roamed the moors and forests of this West Riding of Yorkshire in hot pursuit of game worth the killing. But when in England in August he a...

The Robe Of Peace

Humour
O. Henry
0 comments
7 votes

    Mysteries follow one another so closely in a great city that the reading public and the friends of Johnny Bellchambers have ceased to marvel at his sudden and unexplained disappearance nearly a year ago. This particular mystery has now been cleared up, but the solution is so strange and incredible to the mind of the average man that only a select few who were in close touch with...

The Girl And The Graft

Humour
O. Henry
0 comments
7 votes

    The other day I ran across my old friend Ferguson Pogue. Pogue is a conscientious grafter of the highest type. His headquarters is the Western Hemisphere, and his line of business is anything from speculating in town lots on the Great Staked Plains to selling wooden toys in Connecticut, made by hydraulic pressure from nutmegs ground to a pulp.      Now and th...

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