The Drake Detective Agency - Case 16 - Part 3The History of Us, Part 3The Drake Detective Agency - Case 16 - Part 313 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Emily and John stopped short, their gazes fixed on the menacing shape of the gun that Crawley was pointing at them.
“Well now, don’t you just show up in the damnedest places?” the mercenary commented. There was a trace of humour in his voice, but his face was frankly forbidding. The two youngsters slowly raised their hands.
“You do know that you’re being lied to, don’t you?” Emily asked, staying as calm as possible. If she could somehow convince Crawley that Gassman was double-crossing them, she and John might just be able to make it out of the museum unscathed.
Crawley looked around quickly, and then he waggled his gun to invite Emily to expand on her theme.
“That intelligence agent… Gassman… We overheard him talking on the phone. He doesn’t intend on returning all of the stolen files. He wants to sell some of them…”
Crawley was about to say something,
The Observer Have you ever found something you thought you were decently good at, and you wanted to get better at it? Of course you have. Everyone has. For some it's writing, for others it's working out. For me, it's professional observation.The Observer18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not a lot of people know what this is, really, it's almost like I'm a psychic. I can tell almost all about a person's life, just by looking at them. It's all about looks. Today I'm taking the subway for two reasons, one of them is so I can observe the people around me. It's almost like a hobby. I scanned the train to pick my first bird to watch.
I found an older woman standing up holding one of the poles, probably 42. She had reddish-brown hair and a women's suit with a black pencil skirt. I could tell she was a real estate agent. She had a files folder which I guess was full of housing market documents. The crows feet by her eyes told me she had 3 kids. And by the way her back was slumped, that job and those kids have ke
The Mysterious Mr JamesIt was an average day or to be more exact a rainy day. I was sat in my study, tapping away on my typewriter when there was a sudden rap at the door. I took the latch off the door and slowly opened it, listening to the quiet creak. Waiting out side was a man, not too tall nor too short. He was wearing a tail coat, a top hat and other sorts of formal attire. He asked my name and handed me an envelope,The Mysterious Mr James10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Good afternoon, am I in the presence of Mr Daniels?"
I took the envelope, nodded and replied, "indeed you are, might I ask who you are?"
He let out a small chuckle
"How rude of me, I am Mr James."
He removed his top hat and bowed, yet when he did the whole of my room tilted backward, causing me to fall with the room. As he regained his posture and adjusted his hat to put it back on his head, the room followed suit, sinking back into place, forcing me to come crashing forwards, landing flat on my face.
"Are you alright?" Mr James asked, holding out his hand to help me up. After finding my b
31-ICUThere was a loud impatient knock at the door. She opened it to find a tall man wearing polarized sunglasses and a black suit.31-ICU12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Is this the house of Reginald?”
She released the doorknob and straightened her posture. “Yes,” she began.
Before she had any time to question who the man was and why he had come to her house, the man wrapped his strong hand around her wrist and launched her out of the doorway. She landed into the arms of two other men built like professional wrestlers and was dragged down her front steps.
“Who are you? Let me go! You—you’re kidnapping me… I’m being kidnapped!” She shouted as she realized what was going on.
“We are here under strict orders of the IWB. We have been instructed to take you to an alternate location for questioning,” the man with the polarized sunglasses said.
“IWB? I’ve never heard of that. You just made that up! Let me go! You have no authority to just take me from
Storms of Life Part 7 Last Part (Complete Piece!)Storms of Life Part 7 Last Part (Complete Piece!)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Storms of Life
Leaning against the wall, legs outstretched and arms hanging limply by my side, I could feel the grime on the hard wall seep into my drenched shirt. I had propped myself against the gritty wall of the men’s public restroom, my only shelter from the raging storm outside.
A boom of thunder crackled in the distance, and a streak of lightning lit up the bathroom through the small window above the stalls. A puddle gathered near my feet from a leak in the wall. The sink dripped water into the clogged bowl beneath it. The water level rose higher and higher, one drop at a time. Sounds of water droplets echoed across the bathroom, creating a balanced tune. It was the music of a rainy day.
Fresh air blew in from outside, the smell of rain traveling with it. The window didn’t do much to rid the stench. Nothing could mask the smell of men’s leftover… whatever that gathered t
Star Corp. Vol.1 Victim Ch.2 Chapter twoStar Corp. Vol.1 Victim Ch.217 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We ended up going to Downtown Boulevard; Ari was walking over passing benches and pillars. “So where are we going anyway” I asked.
Ari jumped off a bench and walked next to me; “I figured we could visit engineer for starters and go from there”. The ‘engineer’ who