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Why Don'T Natives Whistle At Night

Bill and the Whistling Death

|SEASON 1 OF BILL AND THE WHISTLING DEATH| |6X FEATURED · WATTPAD CREATORS PROGRAM · WEEKLY TO BI-WEEKLY UPDATES| A troubled veteran attempts to forget the past by volunteering at Patriots Point Naval and Maritime Museum, but it proves difficult when he's close to the plane that changed his life forever--the Corsair. *** Retired Navy pilot William Beckington never planned to move on after The Incident and has lived with the guilt for seventy years. After failed attempts with PTSD counselors, his daughter recommends that he begin volunteering on the aircraft carrier CV-10 in Charleston, South Carolina. Reluctantly, Bill agrees, but his decision proves difficult when he stumbles back into the world of Corsairs, the plane he'd rather forget. Seeing that The Incident still haunts him, Bill's new friends attempt to help him remember his long-lost joy; he attends Bulldog Tours, learns the stories of other veterans, and strangely finds himself near the Corsair more than he would like. While nothing will free his mind from the traumatizing Incident, Bill must find a way to push past his grief and guilt to live the life he is meant to live--and rekindle his best friend's legacy before he succumbs. *** *There is a queer side character in this story, but it remains relatively quiet and is not the story's primary focus.* *Genre: Wildcard (elements of Historical Fiction, General Fiction, Mystery, Adventure, Drama, and Coming-of-Age)* Are you curious about the airplanes we have at Patriots Point? Feel free to check them out! https://www.patriotspoint.org/things-to-do/aircraft
CroodsGirl · 11K Views

He Comes At Night

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?
AkumaQuil · 35.6K Views

don't read this lll

You find yourself before a shrouded figure standing behind a table. On the table are manypotions, choose as many as you want or none. The choice is yours. In addition pick additionalCYOAs or none to add on to this if you want some adventure.Each one infuses you with a variety of effects which cannot be taken from you unless youwillingly allow it.Note: exact effects in different ones such as perfect memory, intelligence, etc. do not stack.[fanwanking helps] Optional FeaturesEssence META is designed with the assumption that there is one player that is the ‘self insert.’There are of course other ways of playing but if you just want a few more options orsuggestions. Feel free to do your own thing if none of these appeal to you. Not like I can stopyou.OC Doughnut SteelYou are not the star of the show, it is in fact some other poor schmuck or perhaps someone whodances to your tune. You are free to design this new person however you like with whateverhistory, background, occupation and whatever else as long as they are not significantlysupernatural. You may use another CYOA before Essences are applied to facilitate thisprocess.ITS YA BOI NARUTOIt is not your self insert or an OC but an existing fictional character that receives their essenceseither by those you selected or them being presented the options as if they were playing theCYOA itself.Mexican StandoffEither as a Self Insert or OC Doughnut Steel option but you are not the only entity withEssences. There are in fact multiple Essence holders with a variable level of strength. Thestrongest Essences are barred from use from anyone as the cosmic energies would probablyreduce existence back to null, that wouldn’t be fun for anyone.Oh God Its Another OneYou have friends! You and at least one more person have access to the Essence
_LOOSER_ · 1.2K Views

Don't Mess With Boss

Don't Mess with the Boss In a vibrant, fast-paced city brimming with skyscrapers, neon lights, and secrets, Sarah thought she had her life under control. A carefree, no-nonsense woman from Earth, she lived by her own rules—until the mysterious "System" showed up and turned everything upside down. Wiping her memories and rewriting her past, the System threw Sarah into a mission she never asked for: prevent villains from rising by interfering in their lives before it’s too late. Now, Sarah’s a "boss" with an unconventional job—adopting and mentoring people who teeter on the edge of heroism or villainy. First on her chaotic to-do list? A pair of polar opposites: Leon, a headstrong boy destined to be a hero, and Eren, a brooding genius whose path to villainy seems inevitable. Juggling her day job, parental duties, and cryptic tasks from the System, Sarah is forced to navigate a modern world of high-stakes drama, complex emotions, and moral gray areas. But as Sarah dives deeper, cracks in the System’s story begin to show. What is the System really after? Why does it seem so intent on keeping Sarah in the dark? And most importantly, is she just a pawn in a larger game? With her sharp tongue, fierce independence, and a knack for turning chaos into opportunity, Sarah’s determined to take charge—of her tasks, her newfound "family," and even the System itself. Because one thing is clear: no one messes with the boss. Don't Mess with the Boss is a modern, action-packed story full of humor, heart, and a fresh take on the battle between good and evil. It's about finding redemption, challenging fate, and learning that even villains deserve a second chance.
Dreams_899000 · 2.7K Views

Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”
Katubari · 17K Views
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