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Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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Thriller / Mystery

Sharks

Diving down with the usual depth, I swam with the breathing piece into the remnants of a derelict abandoned pirate ship. My mission was to retrieve whatever that was valuable there. I ransacked the location for treasure chests, jewelries and... Continue Reading →

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Controller

Grunt. Spat some blood out, a blow landed straight into my stomach, set me flying into the wall behind me. My room was dim, my TV just blew its fuse. The figure dealt another ballistic shot, sending me straight down a... Continue Reading →

Grizzly Magnum

Hiking across the icy mountains right across my backyard, I shivered as I warmed up my body for my daily drill. I could not imagine that I got this far in my training regime, one month in, no slacking, full-blast... Continue Reading →

Recalling, Overcoming.

I was dejected, my life was playing right before me like a distorted film, coruscating through my mind relentlessly, in desultory. Cocooned at my usual spot, right at the corner of the mess in the war refugee camp, where cries... Continue Reading →

Choose.

I was sat at a table, both hands cuffed unto the wooden surface of it, caked with dry blood splattered from nowhere. Regaining consciousness, I skimmed my surroundings, only to be blinded by sheer blackness as if I was blind, am... Continue Reading →

The Outlaw

The Outlaw By Nenad Jevtić

Dancing in The Shadows

Dagger in my hand, scheming in my head, anxiety in my movements. I flitted across the forest as if the trees were my waves, surfing me through the hurdles fluidly, without any hesitance. The afternoon sun was scorching, but this... Continue Reading →

Underwater Chase

The blueness of the vicinity painted the darkness of the depths of the sea with a little glimmer of hope. I was practicing my enhanced breathing mechanisms under the water, testing it out, hoping...

Typed

Agent 3142 reporting, 31 March 1989, target killed, mission accomplished. I typed nonchalantly into the typewriter, as I did for the past decade, reporting to duty every week. My job was an assassin, blatantly speaking, I killed for no reason,... Continue Reading →

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