Over Run_Orbicular Gridlock_Again, Time Passes_A Chance Meeting
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Over Run
“Don't you dare die on me you dumb boy” I yell frantically at my brother Max as he is bleeding from his side. The knife had impaled him and being the dumb kid he is, took it out. Rule number one if somehow you get stabbed DON’T pull out the knife, it will make you bleed way more. Right now my brother, Johnny, and I are in the middle of an information-gathering mission on the Red Shirts that has gone wrong. Enough of that, for now, I suppose you should get a bit of background on who and what is happening. Hi, my name is Lynn and I am the leader of the Red Shirt Dismantilation group. We are a ...
Orbicular Gridlock
New York City on a Friday afternoon, was everybody headed out of town? Traffic would suddenly move as if now it was clearing, but then nope. Sitting, waiting, the frustration was oppressive. As a NYPD detective, Dave had a blue light on his dash and a siren. Dave hated using the siren, it was so loud. But even using his lights and siren he would literally have had to drive on the sidewalk to escape the confining traffic. Dave had driven on the sidewalk before during a pursuit, but sidewalk driving was stressful and pretty high risk. Better have a really good reason for doing it, that’s for sur...
Again, Time Passes
Gerrod eased himself back in the comfortable armchair, picked up his glass of wine and drank deeply. A fine, sweet red all the way from Averleon. This was the way to celebrate Year’s Turn, no noise, no parties, just peace, quiet and an expensive barrel of wine.He’d seen 72 nights such as this, but of them all, this was by far the most satisfying. The wwww.onedoor.ccood panelled parlour was warm and comfortable, and the servants couldn’t seem to do enough for him. The furniture was solid oak, generously padded and polished to a bright shine. A thick red carpet covered the floor, no sign of wear showing. A go...
A Chance Meeting
The kettle whistled on the stove, steam rising in clouds across the kitchen to the open window. Outside, the mountains in the distance towered above the low fog that clung to them, as the light was beginning to fade. Emily poured the hot water into the awaiting teapot, covering it over with the knitted tea-cosy that had once belonged to her beloved Nana. She turned excitedly to her housemate Sarah, who was pouring over the maps which spread across the kitchen table. “This weather should break tomorrow so we should have perfect conditions,” a grin spread across Emily’s face as she spoke, trying...