————— This text was inspired (with her permission) by the work of u/soft-n-slow of Reddit's r/gonewild. ————— Part 2 A few days before. Emilia woke up yet again more than an hour before she needed to. She stared up at the ceiling of her small one-bedroom apartment, the gray morning light peeking in through the Venetian blinds. It didn't look like going...
I'm killing two metaphoric birds with a single figurative stone here. A bunch of you wanted me to take-up the righteous rod of retribution and smite the two sinners from A Sea Change; while a few readers also wanted me to push my "Totally Unromantic Love Story" series into the next generation. One of you had a really bright idea about how to do that. So, thi...
Laurel looked over the docket of cases she'd have to make. The first one was of a serial arsonist. It came with pictures of his three victims. She'd gone into work that morning bearing a smoothie with the smoothie dumped out and vodka filling the Styrofoam container instead. She'd been smart; that was enough to keep her on an even keel through the work day...
I had watched her from afar for too long now. This woman, this incredible creature who I had first passed on the street, smiled at only to watch her avert her eyes and move on. At first I had reacted angrily and had turned to follow her only to see her walk into the building I worked at. I followed at first, watching as the long dark haired beauty made her w...
Though the overhanging black expanse of a new umbrella kept the pouring rain away from Amos Jefferson's head, it could not keep his face free of the saline moisture that had formed about his ebony eyes. As he stood silently, the gusting October wind began to whip the raindrops sidelong at the lower extremities of his pants. Tilting his umbrella to compensate...
The third part in the 'Only One Piece of Clothing' series. Please also read 'Clothes Are Not Dry Yet' too for getting a better wholesomeness of the plot. Enjoy the story. Disclaimer: All the characters in the story are above 18 years of age. The doorbell rang at around 6 am in the Monday morning. Deepa was fast asleep. The ringing grew quick and frequent,...
Killjoy group ----------------- Ruslan (short blonde hair, 6’7’’) -- Leader Serafima (dark red head) - support/medical Karina (blonde Hair) - Sharpshooter sniper Timur (Dark hair 5’2’’} - computer/hacker expert Egor- Electronics expert - killed in a firefight Stas - Explosives expert - killed in a firefight Pibald group ------------ Evelyn (Auburn...
Imad sat in the control room, exhausted, not having slept in the three days since the system glitch, the glitch he refused to believe had just been a glitch. He strolled through his network searching for the proof that his system had been hacked, but couldn't find it. All he found was the poor security. Any hacker could get into his network and mess around....
Disclaimer: I do not own Agents of SHIELD. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Daisy Johnson and Jemma Simmons had been stranded on another planet for about two weeks now. Or at least they were pretty sure it was two weeks. Daisy's phone was completely dead, because yeah, she had zero self-control, while Jemma refused to turn hers...
Author's Notes: Welcome back readers to the eighth installment of my story! There's a lot happening in this chapter, and if you haven't read the previous chapters, you're going to get lost. I don't make much of an effort to explain references to earlier events and characters (of which, there are a lot). You'll see that this chapter picks up directly after...