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IGNIS WAKE
The canteen was vacant as Hamish entered, he was early. The automated lights buzzed to life and flickered a glare across stainless-steel benches that rowed along each side of the modestly sized hall. A set of narrow windows accompanied each bench on the right side. Thick tropical fauna brushed and dragged with the wind against the exterior. The spattering of sunlight through the leaves and branches did very little to brighten the facilities dull concrete and iron panel laced interior. A closed hatch straight ahead into a kitchen indicated that lunch was not yet ready. But as Hamish’s mission detailed, this was the only opportunity to discuss the operation with his fellow MI6 and CIA agents embedded in the mysterious projects activities.
By Blair J Allan6 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
It was not merely a professional concern; it was an emotional tether that bound Megan to the very rhythm of her work life, and she could not, in good conscience, let the prospect of that rhythm unravel without voicing the depth of her unease.
By Forest Green6 days ago in Fiction
L'unico: Part 2
The doctor handed Jade a prescription and wished him good luck before letting him go. As Jade exited the hospital, he found his mother waiting outside with an unfamiliar woman. "Hello Mom, hello Madame," Jade greeted them. Faty, his mother, asked how the appointment went and then introduced the woman standing beside her. "Jade, this is Madame Hayley, and she's a psychic," she announced. Taken aback, Jade
By el hariti adil6 days ago in Fiction
Oleksandr und Mavrin
In those accursed days when the sky itself seemed to have turned Russian and was spitting iron on the black earth of Donbas, Oleksandr marched with the rest of his platoon like a man already half-dead. The war had eaten everything gentle in him. Only the memory of Andriy still burned--Andriy with his quick laugh, his crooked front tooth, the way he used to press his cold nose into Oleksandr's neck at night and whisper, "We'll live through this, Sashko. We'll go to Lviv and open a stupid little café and forget all this blood."
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR6 days ago in Fiction
Amongst Us
The alarm sounded at 5:30 AM with a soft bell. It was quiet—only about 15 decibels, slightly higher than the sound of human breathing. You wouldn’t think it was loud enough to be heard. No one else was disturbed by it. But 15 decibels were all it took to awaken Malissa.
By David E. Perry7 days ago in Fiction
The Alamo Mystery History Missed
The Alamo Mystery History Missed— Seeing Through the Smoke By: Liam Einhorn Before I begin, if you haven't read America's Unsung and Unseen Occult Operatives, you should jump back and read that first—because without it, we wouldn't be here today at all.
By Tales from a Madman7 days ago in Fiction
Above From Below: Part 4
Rick Steele drove away from the bar and headed toward home. There was a period during the rainy season when the locals got a break, the first time in a while, he could drive without using his wipers. He had a lot to think about. What Major Kohl shared with him about his brother’s death had his head spinning. There was something more to his death than the locals in Texas had found.
By The Man Behind The Mask7 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
“It’s funny, isn’t it? The way we think we’re the mentors, when sometimes the students end up being the teachers.” Emily laughed, a short, relieved sound that seemed to lift a weight she hadn’t known she was still carrying. The conversation spun forward, weaving together past struggles and future dreams, each sentence a stitch in the tapestry of their shared history.
By Forest Green7 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
The next day, Emily slipped into the red‑leather booth of Mae’s Diner just as the early afternoon sun began to spill through the slatted windows, painting the checkered tablecloth in amber. The scent of fresh‑baked biscuits mingled with the faint hum of a jukebox playing an old country ballad, and she could feel the familiar thrum of the diner's worn‑in rhythm beneath her nerves. When Mrs. Wilkes arrived, her silver hair tucked neatly beneath a pastel cardigan, Emily’s heart gave an involuntary lift; the woman’s presence had always seemed to carry a quiet gravity, a calm that steadied the stormy days that followed the tumult at Lincoln High. “I’m glad you could make it, Mrs. Wilkes,” Emily said, her voice a little breathless, “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” The two women exchanged a smile that was half‑hearted but sincere, and for a moment the diner's clatter faded into a backdrop for the conversation that was about to unfold.
By Forest Green7 days ago in Fiction
LHS Class of 01 Reunion '16
“When I first saw you stumble over the quadratic formula, I never imagined you’d be the one standing here, confident, ready to take on the world. Remember, retirement is not an end but a transition, a chance to apply the lessons you’ve learned in new ways.” She paused, her gaze lingering on the distant highway visible through the diner's glass door, and then added, “I hope you’ll visit me, perhaps bring a fresh batch of your famous cinnamon rolls.”
By Forest Green7 days ago in Fiction
