Category: Creative Writing
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The ghost at the table – Draft 03 – Chapter 11
Stephanie Fingers danced across the keyboard, a staccato rhythm in the near-dark. The glow from the screen was the only light, casting an eerie pallor on Stephanie’s face. She delved deeper, layers of security peeling away under her relentless assault. Dark web, darker motives. Australia’s underbelly was throbbing with digital pulses of crime, and she…
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The ghost at the table – Draft 03 – Chapter 12
The warehouse loomed ahead, a hulking monument to illicit dealings and cyber shadows. I took it in, the rust on the corrugated iron cladding, the silence that hugged its walls too tight. No goons on watch, no cameras winking their red eyes at me. Odd. I swallowed hard, the pulse in my throat ticking like…
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The ghost at the table – Draft 03 – Chapter 13
Logan The phone buzzed, a low grumble on the hardwood table. I eyed it, knowing who it would be before the screen lit up with Dragon’s codename. His calls never meant good news. “Logan,” his voice was a hiss, quick and urgent, “they’re onto you. The cops. Your digital trails.” “Damn.” My fingers drummed against…
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The ghost at the table – Draft 03 – Chapter 14
Logan I hunched over my laptop, the screen’s glow the only light in the room. Fingers danced across keys with military precision—a skill that stuck from RAAF days. Information streamed down the monitor: farms, assets, security protocols. A Chinese conglomerate, vast as the outback and twice as ruthless. Their cyber defence was a fortress. Advanced…
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The ghost at the table – Draft 03 – Chapter 15
Stephanie Sweat mixed with grime on Stephanie’s brow as she hunkered down behind the crates. Bullets sang their deadly tune overhead, each one a reminder of how close death was. Her heart thrummed against her ribs, a frantic drummer keeping time with the chaos. The warehouse, once a place of orderly rows and crated secrets,…
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The ghost at the table – Draft 03 – Chapter 16
Stephanie The crates splintered around me. Each shot, a death knell. My heart was a jackhammer against my ribs, each thud echoing the danger I was in. They said Adelaide was quiet, peaceful. But here I was, dodging bullets like a character out of a gangster flick. I pressed myself flat against the cold, rough…
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The ghost at the table – Draft 03 – Chapter 17
Logan I’m sitting in my cluttered home office, the glow of the computer screen casting long shadows across the room. My fingers are flying over the keys, faster than ever before. Then it happens. A ping that sounds like the end of the world. “System breach detected.” The words flicker across my monitor. The conglomerate’s…
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The ghost at the table – Draft 03 – Chapter 18
Logan Cramped space. The hum of machinery my constant companion. I sit, a lone figure in the dim glow of computer screens. They cast shapes across my apartment, light and shadow dancing over walls cluttered with tech and takeout boxes. My fingers dance too, swift over keys, a skill honed under military precision, now repurposed…
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The ghost at the table – Draft -03 – Chapter 20
Stephanie The office was quiet except for the methodical tapping of keys as I hunched over my computer, piecing together fragments of data like a digital-age detective. The glow from dual monitors cast an eerie pallor across the room, illuminating my focus: the mounting evidence against Logan. “Patterns repeat,” I muttered to myself, scrolling through…
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The ghost at the table – Draft 03 – Chapter 21
Logan The night was a heavy blanket, and my thoughts were the suffocating heat beneath it. The keys clicked under my fingers, a rapid staccato like how rain on a tin roof sounds like a round of applause. Each tap was a reminder of the past—a memory embedded in the code I once used to…