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When Tony Watkins discovers a dead man in the elevator of his apartment building, he has no idea there will be more murders. When the second body is found, he and his friends at the club he goes to put their heads together to try to figure out what's happening and who the killer might be.<br><br>Kirk Logan is a man with problems. At twenty-nine, he still isn't out to his parents. On top of that, Tony thinks he's easy -- which is true -- and will have nothing to do with him, even though he wants to help Tony solve the murders. That is until he finally opens up to Tony about why he's the way he is.<br><br>What Tony learns about Kirk, in addition to a third murder, changes everything. Can Tony deal with his feelings for Kirk while trying, if possible, not to become the next murder victim?

“ DO NOT LOOK BACK. “ A story where a group of friends decided to mess around by playing the infamous elevator game: a door to the otherworld. Inspired by the Elevator Game. PLEASE DO NOT PLAY IT IN REAL LIFE FOR IT IS A DANGEROUS GAME. I HAVE NEVER PLAYED THIS GAME IN REAL LIFE AND JUST DEPENDED ON THE STORIES ABOUT THIS. ‼️ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ‼️

I love you and you.....! What are you doing? It seems you only love my money. I am here with good news. I was so happy since morning and you...! here, you are stealing money from my bag, Shen said while sobbing. Shen was not angry with him because he was taking money from her bag but because she has seen something worse about him...on her best day. * Shen this is not true, Sen grabbed her from her arms and said. * Sen....! I saw you by myself, Shen told while sobbing and with a shattering voice. She added, It's been two years of our wedding but...! After two years of wedding, they (Shen and Sen) got divorced. But after five years they met again in a business deal. Shen when saw Sen she got shocked. *How is he here? she thought. * How...! What will happen when they met again through a business? Will they fall for each other again? and if, then how? what did Shen see that they get divorced?

The elevator stank of burnt wiring and adrenal sweat. Lucas Hayes came to consciousness with his cheek pressed against cold steel, the floor vibrating with the machine's perpetual ascent. A cracked display panel flickered: DAY 9 | SAFETY DURATION 00:03:44. Three warped tones echoed as the system imprinted directly onto his retinas: [Precognitive Matrix Activated] [Sector Transition Imminent] His vision fractured into augmented reality overlays. Bloodshot eyes darted between floating diagnostics: [Destination: Floor 248] Threat Classification: Standard Biohazards (Homo corruptus) x20 Recommended Arsenal: Bladed weapons (76% efficacy) Reward Manifest: Silver Cache (Full eradication required) Lucas gripped the shock-baton strapped to his thigh, its ceramic surface still smeared with luminescent fungal spores from yesterday's skirmish. The elevator's speakers emitted a decaying piano chord as new text scrolled through static: [Destination: Floor 249] Containment Unit: Obsidian Reliquary (SCP-XXXX Variant) Threat Level: White (Placid) His boot tapped rhythm against the floor where Natalie Evans had bled out seven cycles ago. The memory played in crystal clarity - her screams syncing perfectly with the elevator's current pitch-shifted rendition of Clair de Lune. [Destination: Floor 250] Entity Designation: Noctis lamia (Cognitive Hazard Class C)* Survival Probability: 41.2±18% The control panel erupted in fractal patterns as reality glitched. Lucas glimpsed William Carter's skeleton key lodged in the emergency brake slot - the same key that had melted through three layers of Kevlar when its owner died. "Beta protocol. Always beta." He smashed blood-crusted knuckles against the floor selector. The elevator screamed in harmonic resonance as it deviated from its programmed path.

Erica: Get out of here now! I screamed, I could feel my throat burning. My voice rose from the depths of my lungs and as a Tingling spread all over my body. The power of my phrase being so great that it became what all of me anxiously yelled. The monster to disappear, to leave now, to no longer exist. He took a step backwards Inadvertently, as if he received a push from my hand, a kick from my leg, as I accepted from him.

Bjorn Ritter only wants one thing -- to live his life away from nosey, demanding bears. That's easier said than done when you're the son of the female running the Bayside Bear Community.<br><br>Cecil Baxter might be a bat, but he grew up away from shifter communities and he's doing his best to continue to keep his distance. Shifters aren't an accepting bunch and Cecil has never fit the norm.<br><br>Already facing a dreaded meeting with his mother, the last thing Bjorn needs is a stranger using his elevator to escape a pack of werewolves. And Cecil, whose day just seems to be getting worse and worse, could really do without the added stress of finding himself trapped in an elevator with a huge bear shifter.<br><br>Still, what could go wrong in three minutes?

THIS WORLD IS ALL ABOUT DARKNESS AND FEAR BUT IT REPRESENTS YOU, WHAT IS INSIDE YOU, WHAT FEARS YOU, AND WHAT YOU HAVE. GIRL WHO PLAYED FAMOUS JAPANESE ELEVATOR HORROR GAME WENT SUCCESSFUL, AND NOW SHE IS IN THE DARK WORLD AND ITS COMPLETE DARK, LOOK HOW SHE SURVIVE NOTE: BE CAREFUL BEFORE READING THIS NOVEL ITS DARK AND SCARY

Erin Wang was an ordinary guy living in Taipei. He was not exactly notable, and for the most part, seemed to keep to himself. Working his menial monotone day in and day out, with each passing moment, he was becoming even more hopeless. And then, he found something within his old moth-ridden closet that changed everything..... An Elevator. Watch as a completely random civilian finds himself exploring countless worlds of both fantasy and sci-fi, all for the sake of his own crooked sanity. Note: My grammar and worldbuilding are sorta bad, and this was created solely for the purpose of improving my descriptive skills, so don't expect anything even exceptional. Disclaimer: The cover does not belong to me. Warning: No plot. This is simply a random wish-fulfillment short story.

In a world where hierarchy and power only matters. I feel like I'm just a pointless dot, weak, and always hearing people tell me "LAME", I admit it! I'm frail and impotent but I will not quit until I prove I will become potent someday to all those people who told me I'll never become stronger. I am Leo..err..Geo, please join me on my journey.....

There was a spark of writing creativity, a spark only. Then another. And another. Nudges to think about something unexpected. This is a collection of my mini stories, some of them even shorter than that, inspired by writing prompts found in various places. Some might be inspired by some scenes in books written by amazingly talented authors. They were created in an environment free from pressure and deadlines, allowing me to capture the thoughts that flowed into my mind after reading the scene or the prompt. Regular updates are not guaranteed. Cover image is from pinterest.