Fiction

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Chapter 1 ... Chapter 25 ______________ By the time I got all of the boxes into my apartment, the Zipcar was already an hour overdue. I scraped its fender during my rushed return, antsy to dive into the treasure that was now mine. I planned to digitize each piece and create a searchable index.
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Women Who Stay, 25
Chapter 1 ... Chapter 24 ______________ From the hallway, Janie's condo was unremarkable. There was a worn welcome mat before its beige door, a banal triplet to the neighboring apartments. But once we crossed the threshold, the illusion of a tidy, ordinary life shattered. The two-bedroom apartment was packed to the gills with, to recall Mark's description of the hoard at Hollow Hill Farm, crap.
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Women Who Stay, 24
Chapter 1 ... Chapter 23 ______________ "Janie has left an extensive list of items for each of you." Ms. Clark flipped through the pages in the folder, flashing us a peek of an itemized list spanning many pages. "Usually, we prefer to collect the most valuable items and distribute them here, during the reading. Unfortunately, when my team attempted to access the condo, we found quite a predicament."
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Women Who Stay, 23
Chapter 1 ... Chapter 22 ______________ In the driveway once again, I thanked Mark for the tour. "If you have any other questions about the house or Antonio, you know how to reach me," he said. "I feel like we only scratched the surface."
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Women Who Stay, 22
Chapter 1 ... Chapter 21 ______________ Maybe it was Mark's confidence that I would pick up on the house's energy. Maybe it was his admission to feeling uncomfortable in the pool area. Or maybe it was just that the pool was a very bad place, where many men had died. Whichever way, my teeth were on edge as we walked through a dark basement hallway, chasing the drifting scent of chlorine.
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Chapters
CHARLIE
CHARLES April 30, 2023 Well, I can tell you with certainty that this is not a dream. It has been roughly a week since I woke up and could not open my eyes, according to my calculations. Yesterday, I woke up and I was able to open my eyes. It was slow and they were a little sticky and at first only small slivers of light came in and I blinked a little bit and now I can tell you that my suspicions are confirmed. I am a dog. A very small dog, to be exact. I do not know how this happened but these are the facts, I am sure about that. I am surrounded at all times by other very small dogs, some of which have opened their eyes and stare at me with confusion- rightfully so- and others still have not. Somehow all of us seem to be able to find our way to the large dog that nurses us, but maybe she comes to us, so that we can eat. I understand this is our mother. The whimpering sounds make sense now, and it makes sense why I felt so small. Also, I have never been more perplexed in my life.
By Morgan Longford2 years ago in Chapters
The Secrets of Valo Hall - Part One
Catherine loved books. She’d spend hours in the library, reading through everything she would come across. It didn’t matter what genre it was; she’d read it all.
By Rebecca Smith2 years ago in Chapters
Women Who Stay, 21
Chapter 1 ... Chapter 20 ______________ Mark made us tea in the mansion's kitchen. The dark-wooded room felt like a time capsule to the '80s, vintage bordering on kitsch.
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Chapters
Women Who Stay, 20. Content Warning.
Chapter 1 ... Chapter 19 ______________ Mark met me on the driveway, a grand, circular affair dotted with flowerbeds and weeping willows.
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Chapter 1 ... Chapter 18 ______________ I'm not ashamed to admit my first reaction to the headline was relief. Our contract had indeed included certain fail-safes -- Janie could have retracted her permission at any time, leaving me gagged forever. Even if Sheila was right, and I was just the last lucky reporter she'd been toying with, I found myself in an enviable position. Upon her death, I had every permission to proceed with her story in whatever way I saw fit. I was 100% certain that nothing she'd told me could be tripped up by a publishing house's rigorous fact-checking. At most, I'd have to quote her directly.
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Chapters
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Chapter 1 ... Chapter 17 ______________ Sheila took another bite of Janie's omelet. "You got your recorder thing handy? You might want to get this, too," she said. "Will probably be good for your book, or article, or whatever she's got you chasing this time."
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Chapter 1 ... Chapter 16 ______________ In the Somerset Diner the next morning, I nursed a hangover and tried not to throw up in my coffee as I reread my email and wished for a button to undo the last twelve hours of my life. Why the fuck had I sent it? I hadn't been drunk like that for years. At least a decade. It was no excuse.
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