The Shadows of Hackton_Ancestry_"Ambivalence"_Blow Out Your Candles, You're 16!
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The Shadows of Hackton
The birds didn’t go south for the winter. That was the first sign of trouble. Henry could feel something different in the air on that red and hazy afternoon when it was first brought to his attention. He was making his rounds in the fields, as he was hired to do, when he noticed a few of the workers had stopped for a break that was lasting longer than regulation allowed. Henry thought maybe they were just testing him, the new guy in charge. As he approached the group, he noticed genuine concern on the men’s faces. Grimsy, the oldest of the field workers, had his furrowed, sun-leathered face tu...
Ancestry
It took some digging, but Marjorie Lipman eventually found out which guard could be trusted with a favour. Rumour had it young Andrew Taylor was susceptible to bribes, so the next time Marjorie caught him in the prison hallway’s (not-so) secret blind spot, she flashed him her brightest smile along with a crisp tenner and her father’s Nikon. Without hesitation, the guard slipped the bill into his pocket, hung the camera’s strap around his neck and followed her into the infirmary where one of their most notorious prisoners laid up in waiting.When Edward Francis Hampton II first arrived, there w...
"Ambivalence"
Giselle looked cautiously through the curtains. Fortunately they were lined, too thick to give away her silhouette. No sign of the taxi. She had been told by the hotel clerk to only get into taxis with the metal lightning bolt fixture attached to the roof. Those were legitimate taxis. He had regaled her with many a harrowing tale of tourists who ignored such warnings and were robbed or worse. From here she would go to the waterfront. Ivan had arranged for his security guard to meet her and bring her by boat to Ivan’s private island. The reality of the situation was that she barely knew Ivan. T...
Blow Out Your Candles, You're 16!
Her hands were shaking as she carded her fingwww.onedoor.ccers through his hair. The tears that had been steadily falling down her face had since run dry as if her whole body had been squeezed free of any other tears. Her throat felt sore from the screaming that had been ripped out of her mouth. “Do we have a deal, Cassandra?” The woman in question looked up and narrowed her eyes, a sniffle betraying her furious persona. Cassandra gingerly placed her husband’s head onto the ground as she stood up, “What do you mean? You… you killed him. There is no deal.” “Cassandra,” the Boss growled out, “You really don...