MannequinMannequin by Shimaira
"What the hell is that thing?" Susan whispered as she stood frozen in the hallway.
"It looks like a doll," her husband Peter said a bit hesitantly.
The couple had awoken in the middle of the night to the sounds of something stirring downstairs. The husband had gone down to investigate, but called for his wife to join him not much later.
They stared at the large mannequin standing on the threshold of the hallway and the living room. "It's wearing Maggie's hat," the woman said softly as she pointed at the light-blue beanie resting on the blond hairs of the male mannequin. "Did we miss something? Where did she get that over-sized doll?"
The father shrugged, "I have no clue, but I don't like it. Look what I found out." He turned to the front door and pointed outside. "There's another one standing across the street."
Susan peered outside and she felt her breath stall as her heart tightened. "Are they playing some prank? I know Linda has several mannequins to help with her sewing..." L
The PromiseThe Promise by Shimaira
I remember how my family fled after the bombing. My mother was crying hysterically, holding my sister close. My little brother didn't cry, but he didn't speak either; he just remained silent as he stared at my dead body. I remember how strange it was to see them looking down at my corpse, my little girl locked tightly in my cooling and stiffening arms.
Unlike me, she did survive the attack.
My mother's oldest brother, too crippled to fight in the war, was the one who finally dared to step forward. He carefully removed the rubble on top of my body before freeing my precious baby from my dead weight; my sacrifice had saved her life and she only had a little scrape on her cheek to show for it.
If I could still cry, I would have in joy. My precious little Jane, only fourteen months old, was still alive. She accepted my uncle's embrace and cooed contently as she felt his body heat. He walked back to the rest of my family and ushered them to go outside. The few other remaining members of my
Millennium - Prologue + Ch.1 PreludeMillennium - Prologue + Ch.1 Prelude by Shimaira
A young girl, around the age of six or seven, was playing with some lilies she had picked from her mother's favourite flowerbed. The grass tickled between her toes and the wind played with her dark red curls. The white dress she was wearing was covered with mud stains and green smears from the grass.
"Mother won't be pleased when she finds out what you've done..."
The girl ignored the whispering voice and looked at the petals of the pink lily she was holding.
"She will scold you for dirtying that pretty dress she made especially for your birthday."
"But my birthday was a few days ago," the little girl replied softly.
"That doesn't mean you can make it all filthy now does it?" The whispering voice seemed to snarl and she winced.
After a few seconds of silence she turned her attention back to the flower. Slowly, she removed every petal.
"What are you doing now?" the voice demanded.
"Nothing," she whispered back.
"I can see what you're doing..."
A little scared she looked
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It was a beautiful summer night, but Leyna could not enjoy it, for she had to work late. To enter the company's terrain she first had to pass by security. The man on duty looked rather bored as he noted down her name, phone number and the building she would be working in.
As she walked to the lab through a small park, she looked up to the sky.
Full stars, a small crescent moon.
A smile crept upon her face. She didn't mind coming back to work at this hour, for she enjoyed her job.
As she entered the laboratory building she used her badge to open the first set of doors, and again to get into the laboratory area. She exchanged her jacket for a lab coat, put on safety goggles and swapped her sneakers for special laboratory clogs. A yawn escaped before she entered the lab and got to work.
It was almost three in the morning when she was finishing up her work when a loud bang shook the building. Wide-eyed and heart racing she ran through the entire lab area, but whatever it was it had not bee
My Lord - Ch.1In forgotten times, in a dark corner of the world, there once was an empire ruled by a young lord.
Though young, he ruled with firm hand.
The townsfolk feared and respected him, for he kept invading armies from their doors. The remains of those armies were often found near the border, out on display to warn any neighbouring lords with similar ideas.
It was a rather normal autumn day when the lord sent out one of his men to buy a slave at the local market. Sadly, slaves were rather normal in that time and region. They were often young women who had been unlucky enough to end up on the streets without a home or family and sometimes they were sons or daughters simply sold to the slave traders; a last resort when succumbing to debt and hunger.
Juris was the head of the housekeeping. He was in his mid twenties, had short brown hair and well formed arms as a result from all the heavy work. His father had sold him when he was only six years old in order to pay off his gambling debt and the op
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