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Sat on the roof, city sprawled out in front of her, Sorrel swigged from her drink and pulled at her last cigarette, chucking it into the daybreak light. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, readying herself to go back inside and deal with the body #continuethestory
This was the first time she'd done anything illegal. The passenger's seat was still warm from the last person, their criminal desires radiating into the cheap fabric, mingling with her own. She fiddled with the money in her pocket... #continuethestory
๐ญ Stuck
๐ฌ It was peak rush hour and they'd already been stuck inside the carriage for over two hours. People were starting to get thirsty, and panic was slowly beginning to work its way through the crowd. Finally an announcement from the speaker...
๐ญ A voyage
๐ฌ As Sophie left the plane, she felt the heat engulf her and, with it, her entire body relaxed. She needed this more now than ever. It had been planned for months, but everything had changed since. There was still a niggling feeling that she couldnโt quite shakeโฆ
๐ญ Across the way
๐ฌ He felt like a diplomat โ smooth and sleek. Across the way, through the painted cage and the white sulphur, a young woman stares into the window. She's screaming. He leans, hoping to catch a moment of it. Has she seen herself? #continuethestory
๐ญ Trouble sleeping?
๐ฌ He hated the birdsong most, the final confirmation of another sleepless night. He turned to his wife, the envy of her sleeping breath overrunning him. Scrolling through his phone, a message from a stranger appeared: โTrouble sleeping?โ #continuethestory
๐ญ The presumption
๐ฌ โThe problem with Catholic funerals is they go on so long youโre not even sad anymore,โ whispered Mark. Linda pretended not to hear him, keeping her eyes on the priest. โThis whole thing is a sham anyway. Thereโs no way Jimโs dead." #continuethestory
๐ญ Grave mistakes
๐ฌ Leo sneezed as they went into the graveyard. โYou always do that, must be allergic to deathโ, said Mike. They found the grave eventually, dimming the lights on their torches and plunging their shovels into the earth until metal hit wood. #continuethestory
๐ญ The observatory
๐ฌ It was a crystal clear night that Don and Amy has chosen to drive up the long, winding road to the remote, disused observatory. They were still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, giddy like kids every time they saw each other. #continuethestory
๐ญย Someone elseโs war
๐ฌ Josie and Zeb had spent the night reading scripts in Club Elvis, drinking whisky until they were drowning in it. The papers said that war was coming but nobody believed it. So, when the shelling started, Zeb blamed the hangover. #continuethestory
๐ญ Behind the cloud
๐ฌ The fighter jet was so loud the whole village had craned up to see it hurtle past, expecting to see it disappear over the horizon. So, when it went through a single cloud in an otherwise spotless blue sky, it was bound to spark questions. #continuethestory
๐ญย Metamorphosis
๐ฌ The girl often dreamed of turning into one of the butterflies. She missed her father deeply. Staring into the enclosure made her feel closer to him as if he too was watching them flirt and flutter. There was shouting downstairs, as ever. #continuethestory
๐ญย Unexpected offerings
๐ฌ As the only taxidermist for miles, Liam was used to odd requests. But when the little girl came into his shop, a two-headed mouse in the bowl of her hand, one head dead, the other still breathing, just, he didnโt know what to thinkโฆ#continuethestory
๐ญย Mystery box
๐ฌ She opened the door to find a red box there, a gold ribbon draped to the side. She bent down to pick it up, but it was like lifting a truck. She tried again, still no luck. She got her fingernails under the lid, but that was no use either. #continuethestory
๐ญ Today's theme: At the pool
๐ฌ "They put too much chlorine in again last nightโ, Louise grumbled to herself, while getting increasingly anxious that her six-year-old son, Adam, was dangerously near the edge of the pool. A loud whistle suddenly rang outโฆ
๐ญ Today's theme: Rush hour
๐ฌ Late again, Giacomo darted out of the house in a frenzy. The sense of having forgotten something quite important was instantly replaced by a deep, sinking feeling that stopped him dead in his tracks...