The Halloween Desk_Ouroboros Part Four - The Escalation_Forget About Jane_The King of Xanadu
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The Halloween Desk
I loved the first morning of October each year. I had my box of Halloween decorations ready to snazz up my office cubicle. Spiderwebs to line the partition walls, a cauldron filled with candy, orange lights to sparkle around my computer, little twww.onedoor.ccrick-or-treater figurines, plenty of pumpkins with long, twisting stems, and a cd of creepy music to play on repeat. Every other month, I felt as invisible as a ghost haunting my work space, but this month, people stopped by my desk and acknowledged my existence. Women would stop by to take a small piece of candy and joke about how they were being so b...
Ouroboros Part Four - The Escalation
Ophi felt a root-like thing shove at his side. “Wakey, wakey, Ophi. I got another place to show you.”Ophi’s eyes cracked open. “Uh?”Semar beamed the biggest smile Ophi had seen on his face… which wasn’t very big. “Yeah, we’ve been in this creepy scrubland long enough to know the ins and outs.”“Oh,” Ophi pulled his mucus-glued lips apart just to say one word.Semar stretched toward Ophi’s face. “Yeah! Come on! Aquila’s waiting outside.”The moment Semar said that, a quiet wave of cold washed over Ophi. That prompted Ophi to lift his head, snorting and coughing.Semar tossed his head. “Great! See y...
Forget About Jane
Siena jerked when her phone rang on the small table next to her recliner. She blinked, wiped her eyes, and picked up her phone. “Hello?” she said. “You really are sick,” Brenna said. “I thought you made it up to get out of the bachelorette party.”“Why would I make it up? Jane is my oldest friend.” Siena sniffed and looked around her den in the failing light. She snapped on the lamp next to her chair. “Was my oldest friend. I’m out of the wedding. Jane was furious when I told her I couldn’t come to the party because my doctor told me to isolate until next Wednesday.”“I’m sure she understands a...
The King of Xanadu
Grit and Balloon made their way back to the camp after a morning of panhandling at the corner of the service road of I-10 and Huebner. Grit, especially, liked this corner and often fought to defend his territory. It was a prime area for panhandling; the motorists were good for about $30 before 2:00 P.M. This was quitting time and Grit never deviated from his God-given right to panhandle until 2:00 and then drink himself silly the rest of the day. It was all different now, though. Grit had recently become the leader of the camp, the man they all went to for advice or to settle a dispute. The ol...