A Bump in the Night_Broken as a Pane of Glass_Swap_The Way Water Moves
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A Bump in the Night
Lucy The moon bathed the hills in the distance as I stared out the window at the path below. What was going to happen to us now? I heard a coyote cry out in the distance. At least I think it was a coyote. I don’t know what’s real anymore. Loud banging on the stairs interrupted my cloud of self pity. “Shh! You’ll wake Katrinawww.onedoor.cc.” I half whispered, half yelled, glancing at my little sister, asleep in her bed. Cypress rolled his eyes at me. “She’ll be fine. Listen, I have to go. A friend of mine said there’s a lead at the pub up the way. It may be my only chance to catch a trail on this thing, and...
Broken as a Pane of Glass
Thunder clapped, and Joel jumped as two aimless bolts of lightning lanced across the sky, illuminating the small apartment through the broken window. A gust blew through the hole in the glass, water dripping from two dagger-like shards hanging from the top of the frame. How long had it been like that? 3 days? A week? Joel quickly grabbed the piece of tarp he had been using as a temporary barrier and hung it in place, then walked over to the fridge. On the sea of judgmental, unchecked items on his to-do list, he found it.Get glass replaced. Two weeks ago. Could you be any less on top of things?...
Swap
Piping down my initial reaction of tumultuous, shocked outburst, I look into the mirror with horror. Gone were the stormy grey eyes, the small black spot just above my lips, and my auburn hair. Gone was my short stature of 5’4” and slim figure; only to be replaced by a tall figure of about 6 feet, with twinkling, electric-blue eyes, jet-black hair, and a baby face painted with confusion and panic. It was the image of a boy who turned 17 two months ago – a boy I had known my whole life, with whom I spent most of my time with, a boy I practically grew up with. Staring back at me with large, addl...
The Way Water Moves
The hospital smells like chemicals. I feel a dull ache in my head, the hours I've spent waiting in this room finally getting to me. I look down at my shoes, the mud now caked and dry on the bottom from running here in the rain. I heard the news about four hours ago. I was sitting in my room, cross-legged on my bed watching TV, when the phone rang."Hello?" I asked. "Hi. Is this Stacy Abrams?" I slid off my bed, the phone still in my hand, as a crack of lightning struck the sky outside. I turned to face the window as the dark night flashed white for a second. "Yes, this is her," I said, my eyes ...