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Sisters are Forever
“Please. May I have one more minute with my sister?” The guard hesitates but when I turn the full force of my tear filled blue eyes upon him, he relents.“Make it quick though. The warden does not like to wait.”My identical twin sister, Becca, sits in an orange prison jumpsuit on a hard metal cot. I look into her eyes, a mirror of my own, now dimmed and hazy from the injection the prison doctors prescribed to keep her calm. I guess I would be pretty worked up too if I was minutes from execution. I sit next to her and reach for her hand. Because of the handcuffs, both of her hands rest in mine a...
Welcome to the Community
The house next door had been vacant for months, the grass creeping upward, the ground becoming gorged with fallen leaves. It really was quite the blessing when the Fischer’s moved in, immediately the lawn was cut, the windows cleaned, and the house truly was beautiful again. Everyone expected that house to just sit and rot, or at the very least take a good month and some workers to clean it up if it ever did sell. You better believe me when I tell you Catherine almost dropped her wine glass when I told her about it, and that woman loves her wine more than her kids. “But just last we...
THE BAKER.
There was no way in hell Marie Connelly was going to bake one kind of cookie. Tonight she was going to host her first ever cookie exchange party and she was almost incoherent with glee having being given the opportunity to finally display her inherent baking talents to the world. Yes, she loved sugar cookies but she loved them more when they were shaped into Christmas trees with red and green frosting and edged in white with sprinkles covering them. But the presupposition that she was just going to bake sugar cookies tonight was as farfetched as finding a man hiding in her bathroom. Roving eye...
Ready or not
In the darkness, things were whispering. I was suwww.onedoor.ccre, as I tried yet again to scramble over the shattered square of rock blocking the passage, that if I turned my head to look behind me, I would see it there. What was it? I didn’t know. Still don’t, which is exactly why it bothers me as much now as it did that first time.“Sean?” I called, keeping my voice low to stop the echoes of my words knocking against the stone ceiling and adding to the indistinct chorus around me. “Sean, mate?”I stopped struggling, listening for his footsteps over the roaring silence. Not far behind me, something clattere...