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An aspiring author who would one day want to write something that isn’t just good, something that is good enough.

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Quill To Page

An aspiring author who would one day want to write something that isn’t just good, something that is good enough.

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A Detective’s Betrayal (Part 2)

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I awoke in a tight, dark space, a gag tied tightly to my mouth and the bite of cold steel chains told me I was tied to the chair I was sat on. Judging by the size, I was most likely in a large cupboard, empty except for me and the figure behind me, who was holding a knife to my throat. Looking down to the blade, I saw the muscles in the hand, wrist and forearm, not Herim.

As I calmed myself, I ca...

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A Detective’s Betrayal

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“The knife belongs to me.” Detective Herim stepped out from the shadows, dislodging the blade from the fresh corpse and staring me in the eyes as he wiped the fresh blood from the metal with a white handkerchief.

“Detective…?” I rose from my squatted position beside the body, fists clenched. “You were the one who killed my brother?!”

Herim smirked. “Now, now. Remember the rule: friends and famil...

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Insulted By A King

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1 min read

**_(This is pretty terrible, I just had an idea and kinda failed to excecute it but here it is anyway!)_**

“You insolent, half-witted peasant, stumbling through the alleys like a beheaded rat who thinks they own this kingdom!” The king spat down at me from his thrown, rage rising to his cheeks.

I flinched. I honestly wasn’t really used to being insulted by royalty. I’m not really used to being c...

The Shadow Dancer

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2 min read

“There’s nothing quite like dying under the spotlight.”

That’s what they say when she’s near. A phrase neither myth nor legend, although no one knows what it implies.

Except for her.

The Shadow Dancer.

☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎ ☠︎

Aria Flint adjusted her ruby-red mask, the kind that would be worn to a royal masquerade ball, and inspected the letter carefully placed onto her dresser, sealed in wa...

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Wasted Words

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2 min read

Darkness began to envelope the city as Elira navigated the labarinth of thin, crime-ridden alleys which made up most of the city. She held a gold-plated dagger, one stolen from a richman’s collection. Luckily, the guards didn’t know the city as well as she did; they lost her on the first turn. Soon, she came into a clearing, still empty and secluded, but their was more space to get her breath back...

Another Damsel In Distress

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2 min read

**_(Not my best work, it’s kinda more of a stubborn argument than anything. Please give feedback.) _**

Rook tried to smile when the woman entered the dimly lit tavern.

Yes, she was beautiful. No, there was no sign of evil in those sea-blue eyes. She just looked as if it were his job to solve her problems, which most people think.

“Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we?” Rook tried to twist his...

A Slip Of The Blade

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2 min read

I’m not one to stand out.

When in a crowd, I try blend in as much as possible, be as furtive as possible. And it always goes as I intended it to. I’ll leave the standing out to others, others who insist on expressing themselves with bright, gaudy colours and excessive amounts of jewellery when in busy places, just to have a pair of curious eyes land on them.

Sadly, my reverie ended when I saw ...

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Plan, Pick, Fail

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2 min read

“Don’t rush me. I’m being as careful as I can.” I hissed, my fingers twisted in a complicated position as I fiddled with the lock pick.

The hairpin I used, wasn’t the most efficient for this purpose, especially when attempting to break out from a high-security castle prison. Luckily the meant to be skilled guards were drunk on that day, after celebrating the capture of the most wanted thief in t...

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Murder Before The Ball (Part 3)

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2 min read

I awoke slowly. Eyes fluttering, mind spinning.

The first thing I noticed were the wires locking my hands behind the back of the chair I was sat on. Blood had trickle down from my temple, now dry and cracking. I wasn’t in the ballroom anymore, that was for certain.

Walls: concrete. Light: scarce.

“Finally awake! How delightful. At first I thought you were dead.” The farmiliar voice echoed fr...

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Murder Before The Ball (Part 2)

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The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I searched for the source of the voice.

Deep. Male.

I turned when footsteps resonated from behind me. Dressed in a suit, although cloaked to hide his face. To threaten a member of authority in something as constricting as a suit would require a tremendous amount of courage.

Experienced.

I grit my teeth, my pockets were empty, my knife in his ha...

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