THE WITCH_A TRIP TO THE MALL_The Things About This City..._Ginny's New Charge
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THE WITCH
EXT. MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN - DAYThe water is still. No land in sight. Blue skies. The picture of undisturbed tranquility.Slowly, bubbles swww.onedoor.cctart breaking through the surface. Small at first, growing larger. They appear with increasing frequency.Suddenly, a head breaks through the water. There is a loud SPLASH.THE WITCH(loud gasp)There are sounds of THRASHING arms and loud GASPING BREATHS.****************************************************************************The woman steps onto the shore, soaked in salt and muttering. Curses drip from her lips like seawater from her hair. Fragments of speech ...
A TRIP TO THE MALL
“That’s the thing about this city… there’s no way out of it,” yelled the teen wearing a bright orange scarf in the middle of summer. Henry had been sitting with his family in the food court overlooking the rest of the mall when the boy first appeared. It was strange. Henry could hear every word the boy was saying but never saw his mouth move. The teen had a plastered-on grin that was in complete contrast to the timbre of his voice.“This isn’t right. I don’t belong here,” cried the boy.Henry called out, “Hey kid, what’s your name?”The boy seemed tentative but gave an answer anyway. “Jay.”“Jay,...
The Things About This City...
“That’s the thing about this city…”Meaning, this city isn’t particularly evil, or glorious, by nature. It is unforgettable, but hold on a moment, you need to find the right way to avoid forgetting it. This is extremely important because you have to avoid the forgetting. Trust me. This city does not take to being forgotten.Do not get me wrong. If you have come here and stayed for a while, this city can become whatever you want it to be. Not every metropolitan area can offer that, but this offering, this rewarding the time spent in this city, comes with a price. You won’t know this at first, bu...
Ginny's New Charge
Ginny slept that night, and dreamt of the waking. And that’s why, when she awoke to an empty room, she was not surprised. The others, after all, had their own work to do, and she now had to get to hers.Through the door she went, to the outer, even more shapeless room beyond, and there sat Manley.Manley was dressed as he always was, a simple pair of slacks, a wrinkled, torn, disused baseball jersey over it. No shoes, no socks, and for him, no problem.“You don’t seem surprised to see me, Matheson,” he said, stretched out, hands behind his head, a gray, shapeless chair holding his lanky frame at ...