Witness Stories

Years after leaving Philippine Science High School Main Campus, Sheena Marie Ballesteros returns for an alumni gathering expecting the usual reunion rituals: old jokes, career updates, group photos, and the strange experience of seeing former classmates as adults. Then Christopher Laurence Marquez walks in. Everyone remembers Christopher as the quiet one: brilliant, careful, composed, and difficult to read. He was the kind of batchmate people respected from a distance, someone who always seemed certain of where he was going even when the rest of them were still figuring themselves out. Years later, Christopher is still unmistakably himself, with the same precision, quietness, and habit of listening before he speaks. Yet as the afternoon goes on, Sheena begins to notice small differences she cannot quite name, enough to make the version of Christopher in her memory feel incomplete. Between familiar teasing, old stories, and conversations shaped by the years they spent apart, Sheena and their batchmates begin to reconsider what they thought they knew about one another. What starts as an ordinary school reunion becomes a quiet look at memory, adulthood, and the gap between the people we remember and the people they become when life continues beyond our view. [A post-Constellations Underfoot novella]

I had been in the Woodland Local Police Department for as long as I can remember. Under the Domestic Crime Unit Division, I have handled many disputes between husbands and wives, from the pettiest charges to the most gruesome cases. But only one remained in my memory very vividly as if it would haunt me for life-even in my sleep. That case from 3 weeks ago at House No. 0192, Delfina St., Privette Drive, Mizuri Subdivision, Ludvega District, Woodland, Parkinson City. Case no. 283-9282 states the account of a husband and wife dying in the same scene, inside their own house after a huge and contemptuous fight. There's no eyewitness. No close neighbors to tell us what's been going on inside that lonesome house at the end of Delfina Street. There is not enough evidence to conclude the case and I have a hunch that it will only end up dusting on top of numerous folders inside the cold case drawers in the station's archive. But what struck me hard into thinking about this mystery is how a thin pile of witness testimony forms disappeared from the patrol car when I came back after checking the house for the second time around. And on the last day of our scene investigation, as if mocking the incompetent police force, the missing pile of statement forms miraculously came back-filled up, signed, and neatly narrating the story as if they were there from the beginning until the ending. Only that, the most ridiculous part of that phenomenon- aside from having multiple, conflicting witness accounts-are the signatures. It seems to me that whoever signed those forms must be bored and bold enough to play a big and practical joke on us, under our noses. - 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐞 "𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦" 𝘈𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘴

The young high school girl living an ordinary. life suddenly become the witness of a murder, what fears her that the things becomes darker and darker

He's been called the Devil for 1000 years. He carries every lie, every hurt, every "I don't care" so you don't have to. I met him in a room with no doors. He wasn't scary. He was crying. So I asked the one question no one ever asked him: "Why are you crying?" This is the story of what happened after. Of the mark on my wrist. Of the rule: Ask. Listen. Let go. Of learning that saving someone isn't fixing them. It's sitting in the dark until it's less dark. Even villains get lonely. Even darkness needs someone who won't run. Even you deserve to be asked. A complete short story about grief, compassion, and the night the devil cried.

Natalie awakes in the night to find a man in her room that she thought was gone for good. he tells her his story, and we slowly piece together the reason this young redhead is so paranoid and lonely. more parts to this story coming soon!

Our dancing princess explains the truth of what really happened that fateful night at the Ball.

Aimee, Jain, Tenielle

BxB You are there saw the scene, Jack Galura a criminologist student saw a crime by his own eyes but after that everything went change, a police officer Favian Myer who's keep bugging him to speak what he saw always keep following him to be the witness. The life of a playboy student becomes confidential because of the officer who will be part of his plain life. Are you willing to speak against of love? Finding the reason for everything and making things clear out. Witness Intimacy By MxGypsophila Genre : Mystery crime, BxB, Romance Started : 06/21/22 Finished :

This is a story from paranormal witness. A 5 year old girl makes a friend with an imaginary girl. A mother and daughter encounter a girl with a dark secret.

Charlotte learns the hard way that curiosity is killer when she witnesses her neighbor's murder. She is the sole survivor of a crazed killer and is placed in witness protection when he escapes police custody. Her new life starts out wonderfully, but what happens when the killer returns to finish what he started

Jack Carney has shockingly been killed. But who is guilty? Thea finds herself caught up in a murder. She didn't ask for this to happen. She knows the killer, but it isn't just as easy as telling the cops. Instead Thea is forced to tangle with danger and death itself, as she tries to uncover the truth. She soon realises that there is more to the situation than just a murder.

The Witness has fallen at the hands of the lightbearers. One of his few remaining Disciples has chosen to flee, taking his Pyramid ship far from Sol to never again return. Never to again follow the Witnesses idea of "Salvation" it was just an excuse at genocide in his eyes.

Legolas was witness to his nana's death and was sent to Rivendell at his father's request, but was unaware of Legolas' secret. (Elfling story).

A wealthy woman invites her friend to a private New Years Eve celebration. Did she know that she required a reliable witness for the shock her husband had in store for her? Its all fun and games until someone kisses the wrong person at midnight. cover art: https://hotpot.ai/ai-image-generator/create

These are some poems of mine. They can describe what I feel, what I witness... or there just random. I can also do dedications. Hope you like them!

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