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The Devil’s Greatest Trick
Have you ever woken up from a deep slumber? Do you know the foggy feeling that hangs over you when you first open your eyes? When your eyes flick open you may feel the urge to close them once more. Sleep’s warm embrace still lingers, begging you to return back into the depths of unconsciousness. You may give in for a few minutes, but eventually you must get up to face the day and so sleep begrudgingly releases you. However, as you leave the warmth of your bed behind the feeling that you're forgetting something flares in your mind. Like an alarm bell signaling danger. Did you forget something ...
BUTTON 28
Ding! The evaluator's doors opened. Tammy shuffled in with the rest of the nine-to-five mob. She glanced at the button panel and spun around to watch the duel doors close. The smell of the electric motor and the lubricant used to keep the steel box moving up and down reminded her of childhood. Every third Sunday of the month, she and her mom would go shopping in the big city. It was their thing. They would skip church and go on mommy-and-daughter dates. The elevator began to ascend, and she hadn't pushed a button. Floor twenty-eight is where she had to go, but she couldn't get he...
Come in out of the rain
“Hi, are you dining alone this evening or are we waiting for someone else to join us?” “Oh no, I'm waiting for someone, but in the meantime, would you mind please? Bringing me a diet cola?” “Sure, I'll be right back with that.” “Hey, have you been here long? Did I make you wait??” “No, I just got here. I just actually ordered something to drink.” “Did you? Did you order a mixed drink?” “Now I just got. Diet soda. I'm trying to watch my weight.” “OK, I'm gonna go to the restroom. I'll be right back. If you see her, can you order me a Peach iced tea?” “Sure.” “Hi,” “Thanks. Yeh, can yo...
What A Seventeen-Year-Old Will Do For Love
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark.Mark paced his bedroom, trying to decide what he ought to do.Well, he ought to stay home. The weather outside told him that.But—he’d told Gracwww.onedoor.ccie he’d be at her grandparent’s at six-thirty. The Vincent's place was forty-five minutes away . . . no big deal if he had a way of getting there. Mom’s car was in the shop, and his father had, naturally, driven the truck to work. His shift started at three so he wouldn’t be getting back until after midnight. Maybe well after if this storm kept up.There was his Dad's Vespa.By all accounts,...