“Don’t rush me, I’m being as careful as I can.” Halsten Jokela muttered, his fingers deftly working at the lock the cell, occasionally letting out small grunts of frustration.

Innes Toma fidgeted on the spot, rocking from the balls of his feet to his heels and back again, “There could be an officer coming…” he warned restlessly.

Halsten was a big man, short hair, smooth, dark skin and a strange ...

**_-I’m not very sure about this one. I did a little challenge with Quill To Page where we gave each other characters and I struggled, to be fair. I think it’s a bit far-fetched, but I enjoyed writing it. Some feedback would be much appreciated, thank you!-_**

Duke Rook strode down the village streets, bowing his head to occasional passers-by. It was rather peaceful; the sky was a beautiful azure...

Fletch stood on the rooftop, the rest of his crew crowded around him. Two snipers were perched either side of him and three fighters were positioned behind him. About a mile away, the recognisable shape of the prime minister could be seen. His red cloak was apparent between the heathers of the moor.

This was a simple job, a mere assassination. Fletch had plenty of people with him and the prize wou...

Rynn crossed her legs, her chin propped on her palm and her eyes drooping with boredom.

The bar was empty, not even a bartender stood behind the counter. Well, it was fair enough, considering the fact that she broke in to get free drinks. Thankfully she wasn’t one to get easily drunk. She was sat at a high table, a glass of mead in front of her, as well as a glass of red wine placed delicately in...

They sat on the boat, eyes fixed on the light ahead, the boat swaying in time with the lapping waves. The mist clouded everywhere apart from the lighthouse that served as a small beacon of hope, a waterfall of light spotlighting the ship.

Valen and Ebony sat beside each other, Valen’s eyes wide with excitement and Ebony’s narrowed with suspicion.

“Another lighthouse. How very convenient.” She mutt...

_-another inspired by Sherlock, cause I’m obsessed :)-_

Ebbon swallowed grimly, staring down at the corpse. He scanned the body, his face twisting in disgust. One of its hands were in a chest, limply holding what looks like a button. A signal, presumably. Ash stood at the side, a nauseous feeling in his stomach. He always tagged along, hoping to be some sort of help. But, he always forgot how gor...

**_-Inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean -_**__

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_Sand. Why sand? It could be anything else. It could be the grass, maybe dirt, ever mud, but sand? Ugh, it’s the opposite of the sea! And why is it everywhere? There’s nothing else but stupid desert._

Captain Edrick’s thoughts wizzed with simple whines and protests as he perched on the top of the ship’s mast, precariously dangling his legs from t...

I clutch desperately at the bank, my nails digging into the dirt as I clawed for purchase. Arms trembling, my breathing ragged, I make an attempt to hurl myself up. My hands slip. I clasp onto a clump of grass, the small blades snapping through my fingers.

Panic wells inside of me. My heart bangs against my rib cage like a wronged prisoner demanding escape. My eyes begin to droop, the fatigue set...

This is a bit like Sherlock, by the way, just a different mystery that you have to solve.

“I didn’t think about that.” Ash muttered.

Rune glared at him, a flicker of amusement in his eyes, “you don’t think about anything.” A small smirk creeped onto his face. There is was, that signature look.

Sighing and rolling his eyes, Ash looked back at the corpse at his feet. It truly was revolting.

It was ...

She stared at me for a moment, then plunged the knife into my stomach. I lift my eyes to meet hers, my gaze dark.

“You fool, pain doesn’t burden me, you know that.” I sneer, pulling the knife out. No blood. As expected. And yet I felt it, a sharp stinging feeling. But not in my stomach… in my chest? Why on Earth would that be?

Nyx didn’t speak, she merely stared at me, panting, her form shaking li...