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English Buch “Come on, boys, we've got to finish off that scum!” shouted Buch to his comrades. Bullets crisscrossed the air looking for fresh meat to devour. Buch led his men, finally, and after a long

English Yuriko The petals of the cherry blossoms fell as the noble samurai walked solemnly through the passage, gazing at the orange horizon. The steps guided him to the elegant cedar bench, with soft

English Love without race or color In an old cabin in the middle of the Amazon jungle, Laura Smith, a Canadian photographer, 1.73 meters tall, white as a cloud, blonde hair like ripe wheat, and that beautiful

Cupid's revenge Valentine's Day was just a few hours away and Anteros was getting ready with his arrows to go out and spread love to mankind. Every year he did his job, but he watched with surprise how

Black The man took the last puff on his cigarette, then released the smoke into the night air, complicit in mostly unpunished crimes. Hank was a detective who took justice into his own hands without mercy.

"Hey! Cut it out! Leave him alone!" Katie stood in the doorway, hands on hips, her fierce expression scowling. "Ah! What are you gonna do Katie Pants?" Josh asked, his fist still clenched.

Jenny hopped the fence, lollipop in hand. Unwrapped, unopened, she held it tight so it didn't fall out of her tiny hand. Grandma had given her the lollipop and Grandma never gave anything to anyone. Jenny

This post is inspired by the Scholar and Scribe November Invitational - the challenge is to write a story based on a theme of family in the action genre. Hopefully I've managed to do both with this one

Tick, tock. The clock struck five and the night was alive. All manner of creatures roamed and crawled and snarked. All hungry, all eager, all dangerous. How would I know this, you ask? I was one of them.

S&S Monthly Invitational: October

Basada en hechos reales/Based on real events

As Jimmy grew, so did Jack. For a while, things were good until the others arrived. One by one, Jack moved closer to the rear. For ten years, Jack watched. He schemed, forging battle lines. The wait was

The leather mask "Another severed body turns up, on the bank of the Huson River, the victim is a 25-year-old, white, blonde, blue-eyed female. The modus operandi is the same as the previous 10 victims,

A post popped up in Scholar and Scribe from @grocko - it is S&S Monthly Invitational: October I spotted it when my friend @killerwot posted a response to it. Here is my attempt ! Trigger warning -

source Clara had the ability, or rather, the sensitivity, to see and hear what most people could not. She was the eldest of four siblings, and as her mother told her, when she was born, the dark clouds

"N-n-no," Nathan muttered and moved slightly to the right, eyes shut in deep sleep. He continued to mutter under his breath as he tossed and turned, eventually getting his legs in a tangled mess

The crumbling walls of a decaying mind were something to be feared, but Carlin embraced the ever-present changes to his psyche. Small changes at first, barely noticeable. Untrained in his thoughts, he

What is despair when faced with unimaginable horror?

🥳 Welcome to the Scholar and Scribe Invitational 🥳 The Invitational is our monthly writing contest. It is where we match quills and draw blood all, for the sake of the craft! A 'friendly' competition

🥳 Welcome to the Scholar and Scribe Invitational 🥳 Quills were definitely sharpened! And minds were bent! As yet another successful iteration of the S&S Monthly Invitational came to pass! Thus we