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RowenAether

S.E.C.R.E.T. Chapter 6

The tech lab shares a wall with their workstation, yet they need to take the long way around. Captain Euryale has mentioned adding a door in the detectives' station that would connect to the tech lab, but it would have to go in her office or they would need to rewire the entire room. Valerian's uncertain as to what she has decided. He doesn't bother knocking, just enters Devan's lab....Read On

Added: 01 Dec 2020 | Category: Supernatural | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 3,142 | Tags: humor gay male love story novel vampires werepeople succubi

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RobMono

The Templars

I always knew the band would be massive. I don't know why, I just did. Maybe it was the mood of the times. There was revolution in the air that Summer, the feeling that anyone could be a star and the need to get back to basics, rip up the rule book and start again. I knew I was a star anyway, like Marc Bolan - or Mark Feld, as he was then - in his manor, in Stamford Hill in the early...Read On

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Brookell
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Dream a little Dream

Was it a dream?

When she awoke, she was alone except for the cats. She sat there and tried to capture the essence of what had to be the most marvelous of dreams. Incredible characters, a fanciful story, danger, and friendships galore that felt remarkably real. She looked in the mirror hanging on the wall for a clue as the black cat purred loudly in her lap while the white cat curled around her feet. As...Read On

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Beesting

Fuel Season 2: Episode 13 – Reprisal

Series: Stories of the Fuel Speedway

Dime sets his sights on an old rival as he finally takes revenge from an incident in February...

30th of November – Season 2 The word success had always been a strange one to Dime. It was mostly because it was a subjective notion yet it was treated as an objective one. Everyone always measured success by some broad definition rather than by specific criteria. His career in Formula-X was a good example. Many would say that he hadn't had much success due to a lack of titles and...Read On

Added: 30 Nov 2020 | Category: Drama | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 1,656 | Tags: revenge comeback rematch racing motorsports soap opera south african

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Adagio

Blue Eyes Daisy

In latitude between Autumn and Spring. As the shadow of the solstice kisses me goodnight with your smile in profile. Bury me lazy, with your blue eyes daisy. Feed me breadcrumbs of memories in the solemn of my oak portmanteau. Beneath the lights, of when we were young, as the trellis grew red roses. When the world wasn't so crazy. In latitude between Autumn and Spring. Bury me lazy, with...Read On

Added: 28 Nov 2020 | Category: Musings | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 74 | Tags: love sensual romantic

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Brookell
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Tis The Season

She couldn't do it any longer

"I'm sorry Marge, I can't drive with you any longer." "Why not, Lois? I thought we were friends? Is it my driving?" "Yes, we are friends, good friends. And no, it's not your driving." "Then what's the problem?" "You just had your car fixed, right?" "Yes!" "You went to the brake place down on Main St.?" "Sure, you even recommended them. I got a very good deal" "I know, I know, but...Read On

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RobMono

Football and Jazz

Character sketch - Seb finds new influences

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Beesting

Show-Down in Durban - A Fuel Story

Series: Stories of the Fuel Speedway

For the first time ever, the F-X racers take the action to mainland, South Africa. Durban get ready!

29th of November - Season 2 Captain Khumalo never really understood why they insisted on calling the monthly racing events "pay-per-views". To him, events of this calibre were called grands prix and nothing else, but he'd gone along with it. Currently, Ken Khumalo was sitting on a plane that was making its final descent into King Shaka International Airport. Captain Khumalo had...Read On

Added: 28 Nov 2020 | Category: Drama | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 3,165 | Tags: showdown excursion rivalries racing motorsports soap opera south african

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Cornish Hen

Spawning the dead with the night's lilliputians. When I was but a loose nail in a granite garden. But a corpse must grow too dark heights of blue veins and all those lovely things. That tickle the bones of insomnia's cravings. But beware of the caffeine. It keeps one awake with a better dream than yesterday. Spawning the dead with the night's lilliputians. Now, I but a Cornish hen. ...Read On

Added: 27 Nov 2020 | Category: Micro Fiction | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 69 | Tags: musing insomnia gothic

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Brookell
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They Believe Him Now

Everyone looked a little sideways at him after his youthful stories

The town mourned when he passed away and held a very large funeral. He was survived by his wife, three children, and many grandchildren. The officiant told his long life and the many changes he had brought to their town. Suddenly a dark shadow passed over the ceremony, the crowd stepped back as a large green dragon landed close-by. The officiant told everyone to remain calm. The...Read On

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Adagio

God's Pilot Light

Darkness is my pilot light. Slipping the bonds of twilight. Letting dreams come to me, as I listen to the evening bells. No dreams too far, to touch my star. That embraces the truth of who you are. A winter's solstice, closer to God. Slipping the bonds of twilight. Darkness is my pilot light. ...Read On

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Brookell
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She's Come Into Her Own

She found love, but also found her purpose in life!

She wiped a smudge off her porcelain cheek. Her husband clapped her shoulder. "You were supposed to stay out of it." "I would have if the witch hadn't sent that dragon!" The neighboring Queendom thought the death of her step-mother was an opening to invade, she thought ruefully. "The men are starting to get used to you leading from the front! Your small friends were a huge help." "The...Read On

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blackdog

The Finest Hand

I came the quickest way, across the glaur, when I was called, my heart almost clearing my body in my haste. Too soon, yet. The family is up-stairs, the ceiling weighted by them. I keep where they cannot tell my presence or its dread import. The Bible lies poised here, by guttering candle. What cruelty: a month past the same Book lay joyous open on this same table. That day, heads canted...Read On

Added: 24 Nov 2020 | Category: Flash Fiction | Avg Score: 5 | Words: 245 | Tags: historical childbirth

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Beesting

Fuel Season 2: Episode 12 – Order of the Gauntlet

Series: Stories of the Fuel Speedway

As Show-Down in Durban draws closer, JVZ attempts to gain advantage in the upcoming gauntlet race...

23rd of November – Season 2 The calm before the storm. This was a concept that Juan van Zonder was very familiar with as a man accustomed to the movements of the ocean. The ever-changing tides had actually taught him a lot about the world including how one needed to adapt to one's problems which come and go like waves. JVZ's latest problem wasn't one that he had alone: the gauntlet...Read On

Added: 22 Nov 2020 | Category: Drama | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 1,681 | Tags: storm season challenge beach bum zen racing motorsports soap opera

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Brookell
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Love Wins!

She enjoys a visit to the seaside

She sat on the beach watching her children playing in the surf. She knew they were perfectly safe but also knew the dangers of the water all too well. Her husband sat on the sand next to her, his arm around her shoulder comforting her and making her feel secure. "Do you ever miss it?" She looked a little wistfully as one of her sisters rose high in the water with her older daughter on...Read On

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MikeStone
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The Treasure Chest

It was a case of “love at second sight”.

Our “mamad” (a protected room in an apartment constructed with reinforced concrete to withstand anything but a direct impact from a conventional projectile) doubles as a TV room and contains bookshelves and a work niche. On the second shelf above the desk is a small chest reminiscent of a pirate’s treasure chest. It contains most of the coins I had in my pockets while traveling through...Read On

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acarltoncraft1

The Watered Down Version

Saying goodbye and moving on

In the watered down version of you, you are merely an acquaintance not the love from my youth. In this version, you are smaller with those thin hands that keep slipping through mine. And, yes, you still speak with a bit of a southern accent, but it’s not smooth or gentle. This voice does not grasp me at once wrapping me in the light that was you. Those sweetheart-baby doll-honey-sugar words...Read On

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kistinspencil

Checkin' In

Ya do what ya gotta do and thank the Lord for the time between

Leather clad knuckles rap the bar. Irish Jack grabs the whisky and pours a shot. "How ya be, Bill? Good week?" "Got those bastard Darcy boys, but they're thin shit for the miles rid. Need me some tender mercy tonight. Fanny free?" "Always for ya, Bill. Likes the way your Colt hangs, eh?" "Somethin' like that." Up the stairs, the door squeeks open. She's propped up on the bed, dressed in...Read On

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redwriter

Going to the Pictures Part one

Young delight brought to a wartime halt

At 1.00 am on the 6th May 1941 a German bomb made a direct hit on the Apollo Picture House, reducing it to rubble. On hearing the news, I, just turned seven, cried all that day. Not the Apollo, where my visions of life, truth, or fantasy, were just coming alive. It just couldn’t be. Not the Apollo, where ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs’, had thrilled and delighted me, and I’d sung “Hi....Read On

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Brookell
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Success Can Be Earned

He stopped to visit the old homestead.

He opened the door to his old hut. It had been years since he’d been here. He never could bring himself to sell it, even after his mother passed on. So much had happened since that one day. His name became famous throughout the land and opened so many opportunities. He made some mistakes, but he learned who he could trust and who he could not. He found himself successful beyond his dreams...Read On

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Adagio

Crossing Paths

Deep be her verdant green eyes. Wanderlust of dark withers. With a hymn of the silent night. In my dreams, dripping lust from the collarbone of the gothic moon. Beneath the willows crossing paths, like shadows of daffodils, blooming silence. Deep be her verdant green eyes of thimbles and stones. In rows of granite mahogany. As my dreams run backward. Listening to the crying. ...Read On

Added: 20 Nov 2020 | Category: Micro Fiction | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 64 | Tags: musing philosophical sensual love

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acarltoncraft1

The Canvas

Jacob calls me in the afternoons, around three to make sure I am out of bed. On this day, I am groggy, but I still answer. “Let’s go have a margarita at that Mexican place by the gallery tonight,” he says. “Not yet. OK?” “Oh, come now, Jane! They have great fajitas, killer salsa. Besides, margaritas are your fav!” “I’m not up for it. Not today,” “Have you been able to paint?” “No.” ...Read On

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Brookell
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The Queen Mother

She planned well for the future.

The Queen Mother sat quietly as her daughter, the newly crowned monarch, presided over her first meeting of Parliament. She remembered her own first time, following the death of her husband the King. She knew her daughter was nervous, but also saw that she was doing well. She smiled to herself as she watched her daughter shut down one very conservative Lord with grace and tact, without...Read On

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Brookell
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He Aches No More

The old man moved slowly but with surprising grace.

His joints ached, his vision wasn't great, and say nothing about his hearing because he won't hear you. The stooped-over old man looked like a gnarled oak, but always had a smile for everyone. Once there was a time he could have lived forever, barring an accident or a firewood shortage. He lived more within his memories than reality nowadays. She re-appeared before him, as beautiful as...Read On

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AnnaMayZing

The Long Road Home. Chapter 26.

Katarina hugged her sister. “I'm sorry, Maria. I didn't mean to upset you. I...”

Neither Maria nor Katarina had any time to react before the office phone began to ring. Immediately, Katarina lifted the receiver. “Matron Langsdorff.” “Ah, Matron Langsdorff. This is Herr Frank's secretary. Please evacuate the hospital immediately. All the physically able patients must return to their units. Those who are not must be taken to the ambulances. All patient documentation must...Read On

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VikaJ93

La Fin De L'Affaire

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Beesting

Fuel Season 2: Episode 11 – Shadow of the Showdown

Series: Stories of the Fuel Speedway

Blackcat Mathunzi makes a challenge as the upcoming pay-per-view begins to loom...

16th of November – Season 2 Blackcat Mathunzi wasn't one to mince words. When he'd pressed "send" on the Formulary post, he'd meant every word of it. Already, the comments section was blowing up with the fandom expressing their thoughts: " Is this dude for real!?" "Doesn't he already know that he has a race at Show-Down?" "Is he messing with us?" " So I guess occultist...Read On

Added: 15 Nov 2020 | Category: Drama | Avg Score: 0 | Words: 2,009 | Tags: african occultism double duty supernatural racing motorsports soap opera south african

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Adagio

Dreaming

Do we ever stop dreaming, will the sun melt, where does night go when the moon sleeps, are there rainbows, when the clouds cry, do we ever stop dreaming, if the felt-tip dries? ...Read On

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Brookell
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One Disaster After Another

What else could go wrong this year!

This year, amid multiple tragedies such as the Corona pandemic, record-breaking hurricanes and tropical storms, and an outrageous election — the entire airline industry was grounded. No, it wasn’t COVID-19, although that played a role in the many struggles by that industry. Even the grounding of Boeing’s 737 fleet didn’t have the reach of this latest disaster. This came from a...Read On

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Adagio

Dark Razors

Self-inflicted dark splatter with a handle of mahogany. Straight from the quill of my Gothic literature, of memories and laughter when we were but razors. Now withering with rage on a shadow's stage of bones. A gruesome couple filtering the harmony of life. Bleeding the veins beneath the cloistered moonlight. Now the crimson clot thickens bringing with it the pain of memories and laughter....Read On

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S.E.C.R.E.T. Chapter 6

The Templars

Dream a little Dream

Fuel Season 2: Episode 13 – Reprisal

Blue Eyes Daisy

Tis The Season

Football and Jazz

Show-Down in Durban - A Fuel Story

Cornish Hen

They Believe Him Now

God's Pilot Light

She's Come Into Her Own

The Finest Hand

Fuel Season 2: Episode 12 – Order of the Gauntlet

Love Wins!

The Treasure Chest

The Watered Down Version

Checkin' In

Going to the Pictures Part one

Success Can Be Earned

Crossing Paths

The Canvas

The Queen Mother

He Aches No More

The Long Road Home. Chapter 26.

La Fin De L'Affaire

Fuel Season 2: Episode 11 – Shadow of the Showdown

Dreaming

One Disaster After Another

Dark Razors