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With Friends Like This.With Friends Like This. A Clarence Cove short story by Emma Clark
“You’re! Not! Real!”
A plate smashes against the wall next to the full length mirror. A scrawny girl faces the mirror her whole body trembling. “T-They said you don’t exist th-that you’re just a nightmare.” The girl slowly sits on the floor unable to stop the shaking. She slowly looks up at the mirror whimpering out sadly. “D-don’t say that Kim I-I didn't mean to do it, I-I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, y-you’re my best friend…” she reaches out her hand hesitantly placing it on her reflections cheek. “S-stop crying Kim I-” she pauses as if listening to something before stuttering out “I-I know Kim b-but he can’t h-hurt you now I swear.”
The young girl caresses her reflections face before shakily tucking her limp blonde hair behind her ear. She gives a forced smile quietlWith Friends Like This. by ~gingerbered

Chains To My Heart: Chapter OneThe chains to my heart

Chapter one
Bad dreams

***A clatter woke me from my deep sleep. Rubbing my small tired eyes I got up and walked towards my bedroom door noticing the lamp in the living room was still on. Standing on my tiptoes I grabbed the handle turning it to open the door. I gasped at the sight from there. My mother had a wild look on. Her dimmed red hair hanging in her face. Her left arm holding the front of my fathers shirt tightly making him bend his knees so he was at her level. Her look was inexpressibly terrifying. My fathers look was scared beyond reason.
“Honey, calm down, everything is okay.” He tried to soothChains To My Heart: Chapter One by ~Abstractseye

The Next SacrificeThe Next Sacrifice

The kayak sliced through the water gracefully, as the powerful strokes from the person pushed it on. Besides those few made by the kayak, no ripple distorted the water. It remained crystal clear and the person could see every fallen tree, rock, fish and turtle that she glided over. The lake was truly breathtaking, and the early spring air, mixed with a mild summer breeze made it all the better. The best part though, was that this place was her little secret that no one knew of.
She slowed her pace as she came to the side of the lake cast in shadow. As the kayak slowed and started to drift lazily on the waThe Next Sacrifice by ~Planetfroggy

The Aporia Door by *Art-of-the-Seraphim

Prologue My life flashed before my eyes, and time had stood still at the very moment I came across the gruesome scene. The police "caution" tape surrounded the entire area. The body sat limp against the wall. She wasn't more than twelve years old from the looks of it. she wasn't alone either. A boy hung just a foot away from her, in a open doorway, looked to be only sixteen or seventeen. My only question was, "why, why so young?". I was bothered. I couldn't be more disgusted. From distant observation I saw nothing that made me believe a human could have such power, nothing. "She was a young model. Eleven years of age. Parents flew out of statesPrologue by ~Kortnie1223

The Last Letter | The Tempest ReleasedI am going to die. The realization dawned on me. This one clear, definite thing amidst the chaos surrounding me.

I was hurtling down a steep and slippery slope toward the open ocean. The thick trunks of trees flashed by me. In front of me, Catherine gripped the reins, maneuvering us in and out between the incoming columns of bark. She was screaming. Behind me, Andrew was clinging the edge of the coffin-cart and the back of my coat with white knuckles. He was screaming. I was perched between them, also clutching the sides of the cart, white-knuckled and screaming.

While the three of us raced to the crashing sea below, another ocean of water The Last Letter | The Tempest Released by ~tlrlscl

The Parker Murder- Chapter One by *Iza-nagi

Killing Time: Chapter Two“Sire,” The guard bowed his head before carrying on into the room. “She has not been found yet.” His voice betrayed nothing of what he felt.

The one formally called ‘Sire’ got up from his leather reading chair and started pacing about the room, from door to desk and back again. “How can this be?” The question was not directed to the guard, which he knew so did not answer. “She came to kill and yet a death has not occurred yet, something is amiss. Tell me what I am missing, Hawthorne.” He asked the guard, which just happened to be his personal bodyguard, head of his security and frieKilling Time: Chapter Two by ~dinky-snyper

1 by ~BrokenClockProject

Killing Time: Chapter One by ~dinky-snyper

Industry of the Mind

" I guess it's just all a case of 'wrong place, wrong time'. Nothing personal."
Cliche'd words, sure. Not words I'd want to die by, not by any stretch.

Three years ago, something strange and confusing scratched at the foundations of a small town, west of most places worth talking about. Something fascinating, something new, something terrifying. Every man had an opinion, every man had a stand. Public debates were common; brawls more so. It filled the streets, echoed through the bars, and clumped up and down our corridors at night with heavy, mechanized boots.
The Industrial Revolution had reached our doors, and it rather wanted to be let iIndustry of the Mind by ~Rhetoricism

Four-07: Seven Minute Lull - Part 2        Initially, Amaya worried that learning about nearly being possessed would have troubled her too much to properly focus on cooking. However, once Yukina showed her the layout of the kitchen and told her what they would be making, she fell into the familiar, comforting rhythm of cooking with someone. The busywork served as a welcome distraction, allowing her mind to drift to other, less stressful topics. “Hey, Yukina? Do you mind if I ask you something?”
        Yukina looked up from the tofu she had been chopping with an inquisitive hum. “No, I don’t mind. What is it?”
        “I was just wondering,&Four-07: Seven Minute Lull - Part 2 by ~yukidragon

Getting Away with Murder [Chapter 1] “Hey honey, do you know where my tie is?” James asked.
“Om…I think it’s in the wash.” Michelle said. That was her usual response when she either didn’t care or didn’t know where some clothing item went off to. “What do you want your tie for? Going to impress the other women downtown again?”
Laughing James replied jokingly, “Oh yeah baby, I forgot to mention I’ve been seeing a nice blonde at the Londer.” (The Londer is a bar at the very edge of town)
“Oh darling don’t be so secretive, tell it to me straight, do you love me or her?” Michelle saiGetting Away with Murder [Chapter 1] by *ImaginaryHeart

Scripted, Act ISCRIPTED, ACT 1

DRAMATIS PERSONAE
Michael Darson: The playwright (25-35)
Jane Darson: The playwright’s wife (25-35)
George Wright: An aging businessman (45-60)
Rico Buddacini: The hotel manager (30-45)
Dan Starkington: The hotel bellboy (20)
Alexa and Lauren Crims: An amateur photographer and her mother (20 and 40-50)
Myra Lorraine: The maid (20-25)

1-1: Setting the Scene (Michael and Jane) OUTSIDE
1-2: Cast Meeting (Michael, Jane, George, Rico, Dan, Alexa, Lauren, Myra) LOBBY
1-3: In Search of Direction (Michael, Jane, Alexa) ROOM

ACT 1, SCENE 1

The curtain lifts to reveal a classic mountain lodge, one that has evidently seen both Scripted, Act I by ~Raisonneur

Pile of AshesHerman Mildew, the devious bastard who hung a match, blazing with life above a manuscript that took me five years to write? Yes, I know him…and yes, I remember the remnants of his jealousy, a pile of ashes left smoldering. Years of work just gone.

I can recall that evening like it was yesterday…

The sweltering July heat hung over me like a scalding blanket. My mouth was dry with a parched passion as my hands worked diligently curving the pen as I wrote the last words, the last sentence…the last thought of my manuscript that would waft me up to the stage in front of thousands of people where I could proclaim my genius.

Pile of Ashes by ~amour-raven

Prologue:
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"Hello, I'm Frank Hall bringing you your seven o' clock news!"

"We have reports about a... creature spotted wandering in the nearby woods outside of the town of Darkwood. The creature is said to be a Lizard-like man with big white eyes, black pupils, and white scaly skin. Here's Jessica Anderson to bring you more details with the witnesses that have said to have seen the creature."

"Thank you Frank, we are here today with police officer Oliver Patterson who says to have seen the creature a week ago, sir may you please tell us what happened?"

"Um... Yes, He looked like a man and a lizard combined into one and I sawDifferent by ~TheSockMonkeyWriter

Bad TimingThe cool blast of air that suddenly hit me should have been a comfort, should have dried a bit of the sweat that was now streaking across my face, but it wasn't. Pure adrenaline was the only thing carrying me on at this point, and if I tripped, now, I was done for.

I would not have the energy to get back up.

Maybe I wouldn't want to get back up.

I'd thought about every book I'd ever read on situations like this, and believe me I'd read tons. How to act, how to think, even what to say- none of it, however, had prepared me for the smell, and not only the smell, but the liquid movement that seemed to separate what was supposed to be fiction fBad Timing by ~kalamarizoo

Four-07: Seven Minute Lull - Part 1 Botan made her way to the guestroom at deliberately slow pace to give herself time to think about what she wanted to say to Amaya. Even if the Spirit Detective failed to hear her shouting things that Amaya was not ready to learn about yet, the reaper had no doubt that the earlier battle would be a pressing concern for the teenage girl. Botan knew that she to provide damage control and encouragement, but she found herself faltering on both fronts thanks to her own worries.
All too soon, Botan arrived at her destination. She hesitated outside the guestroom, staring at the vague shadows through the rice paper screen. A quiet sighFour-07: Seven Minute Lull - Part 1 by ~yukidragon

Sunset of Betrayal :: Chapter VIICHAPTER VII

Myrtle, Gatsby, and George made their way up the stairs, and exited the apartment building next to the building that had housed the Keystone. Myrtle saw that George had his Thompson and the violin case with him. We could need that, she thought grimly.

They walked down the street and turned a corner. Some ways down, they came across a second alley that led to the courtyard, on the side opposite to the one Myrtle, Wilson, and Carraway had walked down to get here. They watched as Keitel carried a young flapper into the center of the space and was shot. He collapsed on the ground, and an officer walked over and knelt down next to hiSunset of Betrayal :: Chapter VII by ~tlrlscl

Four-06: Sixth Sense Irokafue was dead – Kurama made certain of that. When he destroyed her remains, the tattered scraps of the blue, red, and yellow demons burst into white flame before disintegrating to ash.
With the threat gone, the anger that fueled Kurama’s transformation began to wane, but the sight of his companions’ injuries ensured that enough would remain should he need the power of his yoko body again. He had completely reverted to his human state by the time he joined Botan at Amaya’s side. “How badly are you both injured?”
Botan held a red handkerchief that used to be white over the wounds oFour-06: Sixth Sense by ~yukidragon

Boys at the Cracked WindowThe homeless boy stood in the rain, staring through the cracked window, a broken mirror that showed a dying, lost reflection. He watched the mayor’s son, sitting at the dinner table with his father, a large, pompous man with a well-groomed moustache and dark gelled locks, and his mother, a fragile, prim lady who made up for her unimpressive figure with a regal demeanour and glossy lip stick that smelt magically delicious, like plump cherries on a rich black forest cake.

As he gazed at the three of them laughing together over dinner, the boy pressed his soiled little finger tips on the wet window pane, frowning as his envy welled up insBoys at the Cracked Window by ~InkedLance

Hyde's soft side by ~Phoenixhybrid

Four-05: Go for Broke - Part 2 When Botan chose to come along on the mission, she never dreamed that she might become a hostage. It had never happened on previous cases, despite the fact that she was no fighter like Yusuke, and had little means of defending herself when compared to the former Spirit Detective and the others. She had a few tricks, but none were of use against a surprise attack from behind.
Botan had stopped not far from the warehouse where she left her companions, with the intent to retrieve her oar and fly away with the boy. A searing pain struck her back sent her sprawling to the ground with a ghastly scream, forcing her to drop the boy. SFour-05: Go for Broke - Part 2 by ~yukidragon

Four-05: Go for Broke - Part 1 Kurama’s feet flew across the pavement as he searched for Botan among the warehouses. He reached out with his senses for any trace of her Spirit Energy and found her in most unwanted company. A group of at least two dozen humans had gathered in the juncture between warehouses, surrounding Botan on all sides. Two burly men in hardhats held the reaper’s arms captive, but they were not what forced her to stand rigid and unresisting. The orange demon hovered in front of her, pointing a shard of glass at her throat. The boy Botan had been trying to rescue was in a similar state of distress, hanging limp between two factory workFour-05: Go for Broke - Part 1 by ~yukidragon

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