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Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 40
From the desk of Dr. Mary L. Riley Los Angeles, California August Logan came into my care on the twentieth of January, 2015. She arrived at our facility early in the morning, escorted by a liaison from Canmore General Hospital where she had been admitted in Canada.
By Megan Clancy4 years ago in Fiction
When Did I Know You
The crash of thunder woke her from her sleep. Moving the thin summer quilt, she looked to the cooled spot where Rin had laid the night before. On the nightstand was a plate with fresh grapes and berries with muffins and a thermos. On the covered plate was a note folded a top.
By Bianca Hubbard4 years ago in Fiction
Small Smiles
The body was covered in gashes and burns. Blood covered every exposed bit of flesh, an uncomfortable amount of surface. He-Aniah assumed the corpse had been male-wore only a pair of filthy shorts, stained dark red and brown from blood, dirt, and grime. He lay face down, head turned to face the back wall. His arms and legs were splayed in unnatural positions. One of the legs was twisted so badly it had to be broken.
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
Dance of the Phoenix - Ch2
I settled effortlessly into my new life. The people of Franklin are some of the nicest people you could ever hope to meet. They cared, but did it without being overly pushy or nosey. If you didn’t want to talk about something, they would let it be. If you wanted to be alone, they would leave you alone. It was perfect. After only a few weeks, I began to feel much better than I had felt in a long time. My strength and energy returned, I slept a full eight hours every night, the chatter that constantly invaded my head calmed to a barely audible whisper, and I was getting reacquainted with happiness. The open wound festering in my soul began to close and become refreshingly numb. I knew, though, that it would not close completely until I found the missing piece. How I wished I had known to come here sooner rather than wasting four years searching for a cure to an elusive illness. Although, I probably hadn’t been ready. I had grown up a lot in those four years. Sometimes I felt more like I was seventy-two rather than twenty-seven. Thankfully, I was starting to feel physically younger again, but mentally I would never be the same. I had matured in a way that only happens when you go through something difficult. It was harder, now, for me to relate to people, especially people my own age; which was one reason why I had stuck to myself at first, taking long, solitary walks in the forest, always searching for the enigmatic answer which I desperately longed to find.
By Chanelle Joy4 years ago in Fiction
01:03 - Memories Then & Now
<<Table of Contents>> <<Previous Chapter>> Chapter 3 Sitting now, in a semi-reclining but distinctly uncomfortable chair, in the branch manager's office, Grey opens his mouth to begin speaking but is fast cut off by Mr. Adams, the bank branch manager. "Why didn't you wait earlier? - he asks, continuing - We could have completed the required business, without you calling my Regional Manager!"
By Graham Cooke4 years ago in Fiction
