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A Stone's Throw
“We’re running out of time. We have to hurry,” said the man rushing me through the woods to safety. My friend had told me he could help me, that if I got myself to the edge of the forest before dawn, he would arrange for someone named Michael to meet me there who could help me escape. I had run out of choices and time. I couldn’t ask what he knew of this man, or why he had the skills to escape the law. The government had issued me a warning after my last art exhibit, and after the show I performed last night, they weren’t going to let me walk free after that. All I could do now was run. Michae...
Fighting an Impossible Fight
TW: Swearing and gore.Danielle had fought monsters before. Compared to the giant beast before her the rest were harmless flies.“I guess this is how I’ll die,” the knight said to herself. She inhaled deeply.Blood rained from the red sky. The breeze from the monster’s mighty wings flapping chilled her bones. Scorpion legs that could carry a castle scuttled towards her.“Prove me wrong again, little knight,” said the herald of a hateful god. “Kill this beast and I will tell you my name.” His melodic voice had lost the hints of scorn. She wondered if he was only saying it because he expected her to...
Lois and Lucinda Recall the (Alleged) Sinking of the Cruise Ship
“The first thing I did was put on my life raft.”“No, Lucinda, you put your jewelry on first.”“Did I? No! I put on the life raft first, Lois.”“No, you didn’t. You even said ‘I don’t want the bracelet Harry got me sinking to the bottom of the ocean like that diamond in Titanic.’”“Was it a diamond or a pearl that sank to the bottom of the ocean?”“You’re thinking of Prince.”“Prince who?”“Prince.”“Prince of what?”“Just Prince. The musician. With the doves.”“Ohhhhh with the doves. You never just say anything. You’re always dancing around it.”“Lucinda, I say what I say. I’m not going to unpack every...
Second Opinion
Brett’s carbon fiber ice ax slams into the translucent frozen waves of the icefall.Flecks and shards of brittle blue ice tinkle against his polarized goggles and the frozen rivulets of breath that coat his impressive beard. He kicks spiked crampon-covered boots into the uneven ice, anchoring him to the frozen waterfall hundreds of feet above the valley floor.In the spring, this icy cliff will be a www.onedoor.ccdeafening waterfall. But for now, the landscape is silent except for Brett’s ragged breathing as he climbs.Brett lifts his left foot and kicks it into the ice wall, pulling himself up a few inches, a...