This is just a concept I’m hoping for feedback on before I keep writing. Thanks!

Intro?

Charlotte Miller was your average popular small-town girl. She was prom queen, captain of the cheer squad, longtime girlfriend to the school’s quarter back and a straight A student. Now, I know what you’re probably thinking, she was probably a mean girl, right? Wrong. Charlotte Miller was the nicest person y...

There is a girl on the screen, blonde hair, blue eyes and a smile that shatters everyone because it is innocent and she is missing. Her parents are crying where their words are muffled from their sniffles, “come back home Rachel,” they say.

There is harsh knocking on my front door, making me turn off the tv. I walk to the door but I see my reflection in the mirror I pass, where I let my fingers ...

Ava Knightly was your average 26 year old, middle class, women. She had just finshed university. And instead of working a job that showcased all the hard work she had done in the last four years she was in retail. She was also average in the sense that on Sunday night when she was watching TV and a missing persons report came on, average thoughts came into her head. “I hope the family is okay” “wo...

There was no mistake: the missing person report was showcasing someone I had just seen, what felt like minutes ago. I hated to admit it, but my heart was at my toes and my stomach was becoming more upset by the second. I hadn’t experienced this before, this sense of loss and helplessness that comes with not being able to change an event, no matter what you do. Could I try to look for them? Could I...

I open up the door reluctantly and stare at a girl.

She’s weaving to each side, barely able to keep herself standing up. Her hair is disheveled, with dirt and dried blood covering her from head to toe.

I stand with the door open and my mouth equally wide open.

I literally have no idea what to do.

She clutches her arms around her stomach and wearily looks at me.

“Jesus, what happened,” I’m...

Chloe has just finished cooking herself dinner. She had tried a new recipe from one of her favourite websites and after several alterations and questions to search engines about what to do and how to make it she was just about to sit down to eat.

Her phone buzzed and she saw a message from the agency. They were still searching for Alex and Ethan, she wondered how they were doing and hoped they h...

The news sometimes seems to repeat itself - a murder here, a scandal there, a story about the stock market. Some days it’s a quick cruise through to realize that there’s not much of note going on. Or at least, not much more than the usual hum of news from the world. But then, sometimes a story will stand out. A particularly gruesome murder, a politician having an affair, a celebrity baby. A missin...

“I don’t care. You can’t stay,” Peter said as he handed his brother a hot cup of coffee.

When he saw the news alert on his phone yesterday afternoon Peter knew either Percy or Pearl would be appearing at his front door with an outrageous story. His triplet siblings were always pieces of work. Thank God he’d convinced Lucy to take the girls and hide out at her mother’s place. Peter didn’t want h...

(100th writing! I want to thank anyone who has ever read, liked, and commented on my pieces. It means so much to me! Thank you!)

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“Slightly cloudy with a high chance of rain-“ “Need five off the board to go on-“challenge is to create a holiday appetizer using-“

Lance sighed, flicking through channels. Nothing was ever in at this time of night. Why did he have insomnia again? He wanted a refu...

I was Keni Hanson, I was a sporty, quirky average freshman, in college and had been given a Summer Internship at NYPC with my roommate's dad, our first case was eventually coming, but I had to wait to see what it was but later in the day I'd get my answer. I woke up, grabbed a shower, ran down the stairs, said " hi " to my dad, and ran downstairs. (My mom was a college professor, so she wasn't alw...