Don't Be A Hero_A Spirit Set on Revenge_Forgotten Treasures_Tracks to Eternity
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Don't Be A Hero
Don't Be A Hero Chapter One 1 “Keep your fucking cool and everything will be all right! Fuck around and find out!” The Man shouted as he pistol whipped the bus driver across the face. He grabbed the driver by the collar and yanked him from the seat, shoving him to the floor. “Move your ass.” The Man kicked out. “Back!” he barked. “Back! Back!” Another kick. The bus driver, blood flowing from his cheek to coat the floor, was trying ineffectively to crawl to safety. The Man turned his focus to the passengers. Five. Driver makes six. ”Hands up assholes!” he ordered. All hands went up. The d...
A Spirit Set on Revenge
Kalena emerged from the water with one goal in mind: Revenge.The water was cool. The air was warm. The sand was hot. Everything was perfect. Except for the body half-buried in the sand. When she emerged from the depths of the ocean, Kalena found being on land to be constricting and almost suffocating. Being at the bottom of the ocean made her feel free, surrounded by open water. The air drifted through her damp hair, chilling her skin and causing her to shiver. She knew the small town on this Hawaiian island was known for its tourism thanks to its stunning beaches that locals spend hours of th...
Forgotten Treasures
“Lila, wait up!” I rolled my eyes, but I slowed my run into a slow walk. At this rate, I was going to be late and Mr. Rohan didn’t like it when I was late. He would always grumble, moaning about how nowadays kids have too much freedom and don’t respect their elders, before making me stay behind as punishment to finish menial tasks that he definitely did not pay me for. After last time where he got me to empty the trash, 5 bags full, to the Dumpyard, 4 miles south of the shop without Tom’s help, I wasn’t about to land myself in that trash pile again just for Emily.“Thanks,,” the tiny girl pant...
Tracks to Eternity
“Did you hear that?”“No, what?”“That popping noise. Like gunshots, or fireworks. Seems out of place somehow.”That was the last thing I remember before I woke up. We had finally gotten through the circus of station activity, now that the trains were once again running. All we had to do was show our vaccination slips, wear a mask, and not congregate as we usually did in the observation car. That was most of the fun of any trip, besides the scenery, of course.The old woman perched on her bench across from me wenwww.onedoor.cct back to her crossword puzzle, no longer content to be confronted by conversation.You...