Fka as TheAstronomer. Lover of all things writing and massive fan of mystery and thriller. Feedback is greatly appreciated, it helps improve for the better!
Fka as TheAstronomer. Lover of all things writing and massive fan of mystery and thriller. Feedback is greatly appreciated, it helps improve for the better!
The Rylans were always enthused with the idea of the supernatural.
Alright, maybe ‘enthused’ isn’t the right word for it. ‘Concerningly paranoid’ might’ve been a better one.
“Afternoon, Edgar,” I mutter to the rickety chair that has been my home for the past three weeks. Learning each duck, dive, and curve of the Rylan Ballroom was no easy task, considering each individual wall was draped with a...
“I see something in each and every one of you that no other candidate can,” Julio began, his voice prominently ringing out from the microphone in front of him, perched with his hands clasped to the wooden stand. Thousands and thousands from the realm of Tieria had gathered for this election; of course, presidential elections were quite mundane, but order needed to be instilled into the towns anyho...
“Water is lapping between your chin and neck, each wave colliding to the beat of your heart. And by the time you manage to regain your breath, you’ll already be submerged underwater.”
The river, colder than ice and sharper than nails, swayed with each minute movement that Jasper performed. His clothes were glued to him, each piece weighing him down immensely, and his breath grew ragged with each ...
“This is goodbye for now, Jackie. I have no more words for you.”
It was the strangest thing that Jackie had read in this text message so far. It was a sentence that was so incredibly rare for someone like Marah could say, someone always so ready to speak her mind, to fight back, to, well, speak anything, for that matter.
Jackie’s eyebrows raised at the sight of the three dots now pulsating on he...
Darkness ripples in the sea
as it ripples in the sky;
It ricochets against the moon,
creating a sliver of light
The soft glow of the moon
So harsh in these troubled waters
Focuses in on the trekking stranger below
While they follow and saunter
A whimper. A cry.
The shadow shifts on by.
The boat: as it sinks
observes as the lurker blinks.
A ripple. A wave.
The moon casts the shade.
Venturing thr...
“The bio said woof. Literally, woof. It was a dog.”
“Aww, but, did you match?”
“Uh— obviously! Who wouldn’t match with a golden retriever named Daisy for crying out loud!”
“It was a golden retriever?! Damn, I wish I could’ve seen that… what happened then?”
“Okay, so, we matched, and it’s just four straight texts that say ‘woof woof bark woof woof’, which is translated by none other than Daisy ...
Fiona Graves was not a woman to be messed with. She was, after all, the epitome of lights, camera, action.
Fiona looks up from her dropped gaze into the never ending array of cameras. Like stray cats, she walks, and they follow, ducking and weaving— but always observing.
The aviator sunglasses that were gifted to her from some French model the other week lay atop of her dark, cascading locks; sh...
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry to hear that.”
“Bless him, he was only young.”
“He’ll be safe in heaven, dear.”
“I would say it was a pity, but I don’t think I ever want to hear his voice again, so, it’s not really.”
The one voice that remained prominent in Carla’s mind after telling her friends about the death of her cousin was Mitchell’s.
All words of comfort and consolation and understanding were...
A haze of thoughts clouded my mind; I blinked, but my stare remained blank.
Atop of the dock of Briarview Lake four of us stood. My arms quivered to even look at the sight before me, as droplets of water trailed down their skin, each and every one a constant reminder of what had happened before.
I couldn’t let this happen.
My eyes darted across the dock, a wooden, rickety frame somewhat randoml...
Pompous pirouettes of perfection:
Frustration fueling every fine function
Raucous rage ricocheting across
Cumulative crayon-coloured walls.
Screams wielding certain sounds of success
Cartwheels of destruction and mess
Anarchy accustomed to this altruistic anthem
Of anger, pain or distress.
What a performance!
The signing of symphonies,
Shouting like cymbals,
Crying: a cacophony.
Now for the dre...