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Taken
She ran through the undergrowth, as though she were a rabbit, or a hare. "One. Two. Three. Four...", she heard her mother count from behind an oak tree. Eri smiled. She knew her mother would never find her new hiding spot, at least not this time! She ran down a worn path, taking a shortcut. There was a strange object in the water, floating, like a majestic being. It was big, and brown, and the newcomers that came off of it said it was called a boat. The boat took the across the water, they had explained at the camp. It was big. Bigger than all the horses she had ever seen in her entire life. B...
Tea Time
Shiawasena jikan tea house. I take the last puff off my cigarette, flick it; snarling and stretching my neck from side to side. It's showtime. These two bastards wait for me at the front door — wide, like refrigerators with legs — they size me up before letting me walk in. Nice little place for such nasty business; pinewood walls, and tiny oak wood tables. And across the room, a wood bar rail with a tapestry hanging over the edge. The man behind the bar cleans — tiny guy, almost cute — in his apron. Place is empty except for the prick sitting in the middle of the room with that smug look on h...
Andrew's Turn
1927London, EnglandMacTavish Theatre smelled, looked, and felt like home. I’d spent more hours within its walls and treading the boards of its stage than I could count. The revues were a blinding riot of light and colour, of sound and texture. I loved it all. I remember the grand opening when the air was rich with the smell of fresh paint, cloth upholstery, and new-cut wood. There was no saying when that smell had been lost to a miasma of stale smoke and cheap gin, but even that was glorious. It warmed something within me every time I stepped over the threshold and saw the glow of the footlig...
Sunrise
I can’t help it. It was something I was born with. Not something I could have controlled. But they say I only have two weeks to live. It was benign before. Now it’s malevolent. Spreading across my cells like a tidal wave of death. Doomed to spread disease to whatever it touches. Mama always tells me I have a flair for the dramatics. www.onedoor.cc I think that’s why I write. To get all these ideas out of my head so that the world can enjoy them. Before I’m gone. That’s another thing mama says. To live a life where people remember you for what you did. Not the money you made. I tell her I have ex...