Short Story 10: Price of Protest
When Jorlan Vek stood on the makeshift stage, his voice was thunder, his words lightning. The people of Varkund cheered, […]
When Jorlan Vek stood on the makeshift stage, his voice was thunder, his words lightning. The people of Varkund cheered, […]
“We get in, we get out. No mess. No noise. Our last heist. Our best ever work.”
I don’t want to make you any sadder but I can’t give you false hopes either. Cracking this case in forty-eight hours will be near impossible though we will try our best
Her days blurred into one another—long hours on the hospital floor, the relentless beeping of monitors, the demands of patients, their families, and the ever-watchful superiors
As the investigation progressed, Jenna felt a nagging sense that something was missing. The pieces of the puzzle were scattered, but they didn’t quite fit together.
“Who’s going to take the fall for this?” one of them muttered, glancing nervously at the others. “It can’t be us. We need someone to blame.”
In the world’s richest country Emporia, lived a businesswoman named Feryl emerged as a beacon of ambition and allure. With
In the desolate realm of Morbenthia, where shadows clung to the crumbling ruins of once-great cities, a grim tale unfolded.
The officer scoffed. “You think your words matter here? We have orders to detain any male refugees from Veyros. You’ll be sent back.”
But the truth was, he was afraid. Afraid of the silence that would follow, afraid of the introspection that would force him to confront the reality of his existence.