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Run.Adrenaline roared through my veins like a raging tide. It was not unlike the one whistling in my ears, exploding in my chest, and not unlike the one I could feel in my fingertips, static like a tense wire one that could break any second, one that could bend, one that could crack one that could-"Stop," I hissed at myself. I was always on thin ice, the ice was the only thing protecting me from the deathly substance below. My control faltered at the reminder, causing me to trip. The fall tore me from my worries and brought me to new ones, my surroundings, which suddenly became noticeable. An ...
Call of the Void
Vivian knew that driving over two hours just for an Eharmony date was a little bit crazy. But when you lived in a town of about 2200, it was not just smart, but necessary to expand the hunting grounds. The date itself had been unexpectedly fun, maybe even more so since she knew nothing could really come of it. Andrew was a traveling salesman peddling educational textbooks and curriculum to K through 8 schools. Both of them feeling anonymous in a town where no one knew them gave them the freedom to act more flamboyant than either usually would have. Vivian had expected the date to last no later...
Victory Ride
Irene raised Katherine better than that. She sat in her recliner with the phone book on her lap. She forgot who she was going to call and then remembered that Katherine took away her car, so maybe she could get a lawyer on the case. She simply wanted Katherine to learn a lesson; even if that meant her going to jail. Oh, she’d bring a cake to make a feel a little better, but her daughter had to learn. Yes, she had trouble remembering things, but the world was crazy, and things were just so different. People were walking around wearing masks because of some virus, and Katherine was even more...
A Case of Bed Bugs
I can have the house cleaned or fumigated or demolished. Or exploded or burwww.onedoor.ccned. I say, I’m quite partial to the explosion. Or burning. The serviceman pauses. We don’t really offer that Sir, he says. Why not, I say. I’ve seen it in the movies. In fact there's a scene at the end of - is it the second or first season of Mr Robot or maybe it's in Fight Club, where a whole city of buildings gets demolished. I quite like that image, even if I can't pin down its ancestry. It's burned into my brain. That's my vision for this thing. He looks at me wearily. Like I said Sir, in most cases like these--...