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Write a story about a meeting of a secret society.

Posted in Mystery on May 23, 2021

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“The Queen of Darkness” by Ollie Joyner

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Diane..."Did you hear that?" I ask. I shiver. This place is creepy.Miari shoots me a glare."Shut up!" she whisper-shouts. "I didn't invite you here so you could make a fool of us.""Sorry, but did you?""No. Now be quiet."Usually, I'd believe her, but in our unnerving setting, I have room for doubts.We're walking down a street, lit only by the occasional streetlight, at 1 in the morning. I can see a massive house at the end of the street that reminds me of the haunted houses my friends and I used to go to.Miari is taking me to this creepy plac...

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“Men's club” by Diymba J Nyuykongi

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                            Men’s clubHe strained and tilted his head; right- left, as an effort to focus his impaired vision into the pot. A pot, he held with his left hand, while his right was making circular motions inside as he groped the object of his search getting scarcer and harder to find: that was the Old-Man.              &n...

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“Atop Mount Peleir Hill” by J.P. Lynch

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Atop Mount Pelier Hill By J.P. Lynch ‘When rakish gentlemen wished for congenial society they rode up to Mr. Conolly’s hunting-lodge, perched like Noah’s Ark on the top of Mount Pellier, among the Dublin Mountains. Here they were reported to drink heavily, indulging in blasphemous oaths, and amusing themselves with preposterous orgies. This may have been, as it is said, a haunt of the notorious Hell-Fire Club…’ Maxwell, C. 1956. Dublin Under the Georges: 1714–1830. Sir Thomas Fitzgerald pulled on his sturdy woollen overcoat as he st...

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“The Society of the Fish's Fishermen” by James Johnson

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It was a cool and calm day for fishing. The kind of weather every angler hopes will be on the forecast as he strings up his rod and reel. Today is the day that I thrive. I am known ubiquitously as The Great Fish’s Fisherman. Think of me as a murderer if you will, but I will always voice liberty and equality for all fish, even if it costs me my river. Even if it costs me my life.           Nobody really knows what I do for a living, if you can call it a living. I work by myself, and occas...

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“CRUSH CRUSHED THE ROGUES” by Anonymous :)

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A curly haired beautiful teenager is walking beside a bungalow by staring at a handsome guy through a window. She lost her attention towards her walk and staring at him. He moved from his place for some work. Now she is worrying to see him again. Nonchalantly thinking of the guy she looked,she gave a dash to a boy who looks same as the one she stared on. She got excited to see her crush in front of her and felt ambiguity to speak with him. Handsome hero is shouting on her as she is not at all concentrating on what is going on. She came out o...

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“Evil Intentions” by Praire Rose

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The skies were gloomy. Not yet raining, but not likely that rain would start to fall. Kat peered out the foggy window. Pat and Scat talked away about school between themselves ignoring their triplet's presence. Not that Kat cared, time went by too fast to care. He sips his strawberry smoothie and watches the activity in the store. His monochrome phone starts flashing its light on the table. He flips it over and checks the number. Xera. Long time since any villain outside his group had called him. Leaving the booth, he heads into the bathroom...

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“Secrets of Power” by Nelsen Witt

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         Silandis sat down next to Zadir, her bodyguard. In her old age he had become a welcome companion. Even though he was just a servant, he was sure fun to look at. “My dear friends, we gather today to discuss the powers in the East. Their strange ability power poses a threat we have never seen if they choose to come against us.”          Everybody in the meeting knew who she was, despite the bright orange masks and glowing red robes that adorned t...

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“Water, Warfare, and Wit” by MAmin 75149

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William was late. He knew the rest of the boys would have already started the meeting but the rain was beginning to worsen and it was too late to go back. His bike had gotten a flat tire while riding to school yesterday and the slippery sidewalk only made things worse. But William saw the Wilnor place around the corner and he could see the faint light coming from the shed in the backyard. The house had long been abandoned and renovations had been overturned due to the collapsed foundations. But the shed remained intact and the Grove St. boys...

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“The Meeting of Lord Dragonfly and Lady Clements of Heffingburg” by Nataleigh Sandberg

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1789Lady Jane Maestro Katherine Gulliford Clements of Heffingburg, England had informed her guards that she was leaving to spend the night with the Highest Dame Fitherford. Captain Loxley, who had been on guard duty at the time, had led her out of the palace with no objection. His only job was to protect the queen at all costs- Lady Clements was merrily a friend of her royal highness, and nothing more.Lady Clements moved swiftly and soundlessly, with the exception of her high boots hitting the brick road with a loud clank. She had piled her ...

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“When the Ash Settles” by Taylor Arbuckle

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Years ago, Edmund was told, passersby would nod to police in the streets. Sometimes wave, or smile. Sometimes, the police would even wave back.Now, uniformed men, carrying heavy automatic weapons and strapped to the teeth in bullet-proof armor, don't even look at Edmund as he shuffles past. Instinct had him tucking his chin into the upturned collar of his jacket long before they got close, and he’s suddenly glad for the unforgiving chill of winter for relinquishing him from suspicion.Winter falls brisker than it did before the Shutdown, the ...

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“Could Love Be Enough?” by Duckie Carson

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The fly on the wall would tell you Grace was out of place sitting amongst eight burly men in a private, cornered off, section of the Speakeasy. When they first arrived Marcus told her to order herself a drink on their tab and try not to speak to many people; even he knew she didn’t belong here with him. It seems the minute she was spotted with her fingertips latched with his, her name was already tainted. Marcus and Grace had been dating for only a couple of weeks yet they were smitten with each other. At first glance Grace was aware Ma...

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“The Invited ” by Debbie Teague

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It was hard for Sara to concentrate on her work that Friday. She just went through the motions; her heart was not in it. That was understandable since her friend/ coworker had just been laid to rest and only their supervisor where they had worked in customer service had been able to attend the funeral. Ben was a dedicated worker who always gave above and beyond. Each year when the office closed early for Christmas she and Ben would still be working, long after most others had left. It was in their nature; ingrained.&...

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“BOSS” by Ken Coomes

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“A poker party? A three-day poker party?” “Yep. Three days. Just me, the guys, cigars, cards, and beer.” “Eww. It sounds disgusting. Try not to lose too much, Barry.” “Relax, Teresa. It’s only penny-ante stuff. I go mostly to hang with my boys.” “You could use the time off, Barry. You work entirely too hard. Enjoy yourself. And don’t lose too many pennies.” “What will you do while I’m gone, sweetheart?” “Oh, I’ll probably have my girls over. Watch sit-coms, play Bunco, drink wine.” “You try not to lose too much playing Bunco. I...

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“Our City” by Aanisah King

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"We begin the monthly meeting of the Stray Fiends. Let's make it quick." A voice commanded over the murmurs. It was a dark, long room with two long dining tables filled from top to bottom with seated individuals all wearing a piece of grey or red clothing. Each looked exhausted but there was no mistaking the anger, frustration and determination in their eyes. At the end of the room was another table. It was shorter and made of thesame mahogany wood. At its center, was twenty eight year old Teddy Green. His black hair in a neat, low ponytai...

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“Never Trust a Cat Person” by Tyler Runde

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The mansion came into view between the copses of trees, which had been lining either side of the road for the last hour. From a distance it looked old and gray, many-windowed and somewhat medieval; though, this being the Northwest, it couldn’t have been more than a hundred years old. Aimee’s boyfriend, Thomas, drove the car and pointed out the mansion only after she had already seen it. She watched it get closer and closer. Her view jounced as the car’s tires ground across gravel and tripped over potholes. Then they turned left at the ga...

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