Soiled Manna_Fright Night Newby_An Unexpected Treasure Hunt_Ready...Set...Go!
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Soiled Manna
Mortem would always ask how his mother had perished. Aunt Cecelia would place her fingers to her mouth and murmur something like a faint memory. His older sister, separated from him by the recollection of her that he didn’t have, would always tell the boy she didn’t know.“How wouldn’t you know?” he would have wondered, confused.“Who would want to know?” she would then whisper prayers that always started with Why.“Me.” Why, why, why?“Me,” he repeated.Why now? Why this? Why, why why?“Me!” he would have screamed a final time. His sister would be erupted from her prayers and forced to peer at him....
Fright Night Newby
Halloween had always been one of his favourite times of year. All the dressing up and gruesome make up appealed to him. So did creeping up on people or jumping out at them to give them a scare.‘What do you think to this one?’ Alan asked, striking a threatening pose in a clown suit and with a murderous look on his face.‘Brilliant,’ Max said. He was enjoying watching everyone selecting their look for the special night and trying to decide what he was going to do.The problem was that something was distracting him. There was something murmuring away at the back of his mind, something he felt he o...
An Unexpected Treasure Hunt
“Torch?” “Check” “Snacks?” “Check.” “Tent?” “Also check.”The two young men perched in front of the gates of the Willowbrook cemetery shake the backpacks settled on the ground between them. The headlights of a passing car briefly illuminate the two. Frayed hoodies and worn boots. “Alright I think we’ve got everything Tim.” Brian grins at his best-friend, gap tooth leaking shadows in the night. Tim nods. The scar stretching around the skin on his throat grinning at Brian in the dim light. A whistling sound coming from his answering grin, right hand making a small circling thumbs up over the pa...
Ready...Set...Go!
“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat,” Stella said. She leaned over to peer around the tall guy in the torn t-shirt in line ahead of her and sighed. She hated waiting for anything, and this line was longer than she would have liked.Stella opened her shoulder bag and began searching for thewww.onedoor.cc coffee flavored lip balm she purchased the day before. She pulled the tube from her bag and twisted the top off. “You sign on for these things and immediately check out,” she said, pointing the uncapped tube in Jeff’s direction. “Face it, Jeff. You’re a serial contestant. I don’t think...