Horror
Chapter 3 - Charles
As his truck lumbered down the gravel path, Charles watched the home he’d shared with Katherine for over a decade dwindle in the rearview mirror, swallowed quickly by the pines and other trees that enveloped the winding path leading down the mountain and away from their secluded sanctuary. As he rumbled down the glorified driveway, he could hear the sounds of work echoing through the forest surrounding their mountaintop home.
By Chris Santiagoabout a month ago in Chapters
Rep. Delia Ramirez, D-Ill., plans to introduce a bill
The Spark The fluorescent lights in the Capitol hallway hummed quietly as Congresswoman Delia Ramirez stood alone outside her office, clutching a thick folder of draft legislation. It was early — too early for most lawmakers — but she couldn’t sleep anyway. Not with the videos circulating. Not with the protests raging in the streets. And not with the memory of Renee Nicole Good’s face splashed across every screen in America.
By Organic Products 2 months ago in Chapters
Sacrifices For The Balance Chapter 8: The Investigations Get Serious
Lady Astor parked her electric SUV just outside the dog rescue. She had decided to start with Maddy Tennyson; even if she couldn't get her to commit to her cause, she could be useful in gauging the political environment. She had decided to go with the jeans and boots look; she was as ready to work as she was to talk.
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Chapters
Not an Exception
Dark Memoirs - Index "For writers who knowingly lie, for those who substitute unbelievable human behavior for the way people really act, I have nothing but contempt. Bad writing is more than a matter of shit syntax and faulty observation; bad writing usually arises from a stubborn refusal to tell stories about what people actually do—to face the fact, let us say, that murderers sometimes help old ladies cross the street.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Chapters
Muscle Memory
Dark Memoirs - Index Sentimentality is a curse. Apatheia (Freedom from Emotion). The goal of Diogenes. Intense sentimental attachments do not make for betterment in this mortal coil. Whether it is to objects, places, or especially, people, it breeds vulnerability to suffering and loss.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Chapters
A Necessary Absence
Dark Memoirs - Index It feels like the right time to talk about the one who got away. That lover from high school you thought you’d grow old with, the white-picket-fence life already imagined. A fumbled fuck behind the bike shed, bright-eyed and convinced it would become the romance of the century. Romeo and Juliet, without the feuding families or the suicide.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Chapters
Close Enough
Dark Memoirs - Index "And at last, becoming a complete misanthrope, he used to live, spending his time in walking about the mountains; feeding on grasses and plants, and in consequence of these habits, he was attacked by the dropsy, and so then he returned to the city, and asked the physicians, in a riddle, whether they were able to produce a drought after wet weather. And as they did not understand him, he shut himself up in a stable for oxen, and covered himself with cow-dung, hoping to cause the wet to evaporate from him, by the warmth that this produced. And as he did himself no good in this way, he died, having lived seventy years;" - Diogenes of Sinope
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Chapters
