Thriller
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I Was the Court Reporter for a Killer and He Was Watching My Hands
Demi sat in the hard wooden chair. Her fingers hovered over the keys of her machine. To anyone else, it looked like a tiny piano. To her, it was a trap. She lived in the space between sounds. She could hear the way a person’s breath hitched before they told a lie. She could hear…
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I Found a Secret Computer at the Bottom of the Sea and Now I Am Waiting for My Killers to Find Me
The air in my tank tastes like old pennies and dry rot. It is thin. It is cold. Every time I take a breath, the regulator makes a wet, clicking sound. Click. Hiss. Click. Hiss. It sounds like a clock. It is the only clock I have left. I am Wren, and I am three…