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Shootout at Goldrun Town
“Water…please, I need water…help…they’re after me,” the man rasped, slumped into his horse’s mane, one hand grasping it weakly as the other waved a battered, empty water canteen in the air. His wide-brimmed hat was perilously close to toppling from his head. Both steed and rider were coated in grime and fine red dust from travelling the frontier plains. The harsh, dazzling sun had done its work, beating them into thirsty submission.“My name is…Silas ‘Sureshot’ McLeod,” he coughed, trying to look around. “You must have heard of me.” Silas announced as loudly as he could. His horse swayed side t...
Ensnared
“I don’t want to be alone.” That was the last message Brad had texted her, and the one that bounced around her head the most. They’d been texting for seven months, and although there were many suspicious texts throughout that time, it was this one that shamed her, that she repeated over and over until its sound was no less familiar than the pop of the van lock or the cold, smooth hand of a stranger. It had been twelve days since that text, twelve excruciating days in the dark bondage of Brad’s car, and Mindy was still reeling over the betrayal. There was anger, sure- at Brad for capturing and ...
Falling again
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Withered hands drew close to a sunken breast, old bones creaking as the man leant forward to regard the fiery cold that entrenched the world.It was 8:03, said the golden watch face clasped around his frail wrist - the wedding present from his wife. Adjusting it, he grimaced as the metal edges of the strap dug deeper into papery flesh. His hands were bare and blue, gloves lost at the hospital, fingers numb, like a black infection had taken root from the tips, crawling through his limbs, turning them to stone. White with fresh sn...
Miracles
There were only twelve of us on the train. No more than children ourselves, but children that were about to grow up far too fast. I looked over at the youngest boy. He couldn’t have been more than twelve, but unlike so many of the others, he didn’t seem to be afraid. No, he was a hardened boy, with a grim smile and grim scars across his face. I suppose he thouwww.onedoor.ccght he’d seen the worst this world had to offer, that the place we were going couldn’t possibly be worse than wherever he’d been. I didn’t have the heart to tell him he was wrong. The Restored Lands stretched out outside the window, rol...