Young Adult
Sparrow on a Plank Chapter 3: Finding the Right Help
That afternoon, back on Cyrill, the interviews began. While Sal tried to find a boat that fit their criteria (pretty much the cheapest yet fastest ship she could find) Hajime started researching the target. After all, even the best intelligence forgot something. In this case, the cultural dossier had been forgotten. Which meant having to go into the backshelves of the worst library on Cyrill, hoping to find something despite their complete lack of organization. Hajime had learned early on to hate the backshelves.
By Jamais Jochim3 months ago in Chapters
Who's the real Monsters?
Eric's POV The day started off normal, had breakfast and kept it down, then listened in on Ed and Shelly. Would've listened in on both of them a bit more if a sudden feeling of dread didn't seep into my bones. It was the same feeling I had when Z was taken to Nurse Ratchet. That Thing is flexing it's power.
By Lucy Torralba3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | The Task Force Official | Part VI of VI
Regrettably, tragic occurrences unfold across the globe, prompting my government agency to establish a round-the-clock Task Force at our Operations Center. The task force's purpose is to thoroughly examine the issue at hand, evaluate potential courses of action, and then present its recommendations in the form of a comprehensive report.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Black and White Office Party | Part VI of VI
I was scheduled to meet with Mr. Sadoski, a high-profile government official who worked in my bureau at the U.S. Department of Prominence. There was no topic of discussion on the Microsoft Calendar e-invitation on why I was meeting with him. And his scheduler, JoAnn, was not telling me why I was to meet him. I got scared and worried that my unfiltered words may have inadvertently said something that annoyed one of our colleagues. My moment of reckoning was about to happen, and I was terrified!
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Snowstorm | Part VI of VI
As the Washington, D.C. region braced itself for an impending snowstorm, my employer at the U.S. Department of Prominence remained vigilant, fully aware of the imminent chaos it would unleash upon the rush hour traffic, inundate the city’s transportation systems with a surge of commuters, and potentially lead to a government shutdown. Thus, my journey back home became an arduous odyssey, fraught with challenges at every turn.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Brass Ring: When They Were Children
Fifteen years ago… The mobile carnival smelled of rust and oil. The smell of popcorn and hot dogs barely covered the smell. The lines to the rides were long, but the couples didn’t mind. Men trying to prove things to either their buddies or their dates surrounded the gaming booths as the promise of stuffed animals overrode the knowledge that the games were rigged against them. Kids swarmed the tents, looking for the next great attraction.
By Jamais Jochim3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Classical Music | Part VI of VI
It was yet another evening working late alongside the bureau's assistant secretary, as his primary office secretary clocked out at 5:00 PM sharp. He frequently requested that I step in as his proxy office secretary during these hours. During one of these evenings, I stumbled upon the enchanting melodies of classical music.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | The Pentagon | Part VI of VI
As a young woman with limited experience, I decided to leave my position at the Department of Prominence. After my resignation, I began seeking opportunities with federal government contracting companies. It wasn’t long before I secured a position with Consolidated Analysis Center, Incorporated, commonly known as CACI. They brought me on board to work at the Pentagon, the central hub for the U.S. Department of Defense.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Who's the real Monsters?
Feeling myself being pulled out of my body I was brought back into that dark foggy place again. Carefully listening I stayed quiet while the feeling of being watched like a bug under a telescope filled me with anxiety. Steadying my voice I said with my chest, "Show yourself." Red eyes looked down on me in a the span of a millisecond. It's body appeared to be made entirely of shadows and darkness. My heart hammered against my ribs as I froze under It's gaze.
By Lucy Torralba3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | C.I.A. Lover | Part VI of VI
Please don’t judge me for channeling my inner American singer-songwriter, Taylor Swift, who sings about her past relationships. Can we make that a promise? Just like her, I’ll give you a glimpse into my love story with a mysterious Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) agent.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
