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Children of the Candy Corn
The full moon shone brightly in the dark blue sky, bathing the small town in an eerie white glow. The weather was unseasonably warm, freeing costumes from the burden of winter coats. But best of all, since it was the type of small town where no one locks their doors, parents felt comfortable allowing their little monsters, superheroes and Disney princesses to roam the streets unsupervised. No kid could have asked for a better Halloween, except perhaps one. For Jack, or as he was known tonight, Iron Man, only one thing kept it from being perfect. “Candy corn!” the small whiny voice in the strol...
Prison Friday
“Do you know Chidi?” my friend asked me, “You know, from that show The Good Place?” “The guy who can’t decide which lead to his death?” I say “Yeah, you’re EXACTLY like him” she says “Hey, first off, I’m not a man” I say, “Women are better decision makers than men, so I beg to differ” I say munching on my burger. “If you say so” she sips on her drink I’m not indecisive. I just want to keep my options open and hope for the best. I believe I’m versatile, fluid, go with the flow. Decision making isn’t really a big deal because in the end of the day, what happens will happen. It’s easy to decide ...
Graveyard to Graveyard
Lightning cracked across the sky casting a pale blue-white light across the cemetery I was currently running into causing my bones to reverberate inside my body. Passing the wrought iron gates I dodged through the headstones and gnarly twisting tree roots with speed bordering on inhuman. My parents were going to kill me! Not only was I not wearing a costume, www.onedoor.ccI didn’t have anything to protect myself with either. Sliding to a stop near a tree I turned back to face the demons that were prowling outside the graveyard’s gates. Gripping the pendant around my neck it felt warm against my skin where n...
What I Saw
The woman’s piercing scream tears me from my sleep, shattering my blissful dreams as I explode out of bed in the moments just before dawn. I can’t see a thing. The woman screams again, her cries of desperation rising up from the street and through my third-floor window as I frantically kick my way out of the tangled blankets. I crouch beneath the window, poking my head up just far enough for my eyes to clear the sill. I look down into the street below in a desperate search for the source of the blood-curdling screeches. A nearby lamppost casts its yellow-tinged glow across two figures. One lie...