GRAVEYARD SHIFT_Scared_Escape to Coppell_The Photo
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GRAVEYARD SHIFT
MY best friend in school was Darrell Banks. I nicknamed him “Spud” because his favorite thing to eat was French Fries, or some variation on the theme – home fries, hash browns, chips, and hush puppies, but, curiously, he detested potato salad.Spud and I ran wild as kids and got into scrapes and minor trouble, but mostly we were “good boys” growing up in small town America, playing sports, mowing lawns, and sneaking about. When we were fifteen, we’d slip out under cover of darkness and stealthily roam the desolate streets like in some Twilight Zone episode, dodging the flunky town cop, Kenny...
Scarewww.onedoor.ccd
Anna’s breath floated in front of her face, mingling with the fog in the evening air. The blanket under her already damp from the chilled ground, covered as far as she could see in leaves, rotting and dead, their musk in the air mingling with the wilting roses beside her. A tear trailed down her cheek, following the easy path of many before. It was Jon’s birthday. And hers. They weren’t twins, although everyone always thought they were. They had the same green eyes, auburn hair, and freckled skin. They were both born on the 16 of October, and in the same class. This year would have been his ...
Escape to Coppell
“The coven is ablaze!” Sebastian stormed through the castle hallways amid the desperate cries of fleeing vampires. The popular tourist attraction recently suspected to be the secret lair of evil creatures, fell under siege.It was great while it lasted. Scores of tourists visited the castle, eagerly emptying their pockets, excitedly walking the grounds while snapping photographs with medieval relics. The coven made a killing. Sure, some tourists traveling alone suspiciously went missing from time to time, but the veritable coven's downfall? An alarming amount of visitors left with strange marks...
The Photo
I stared down with tired eyes at the cheap disposable cameras sitting in front of me on the table. “Come on J, it doesn’t count if you are already planning your defeat.” Chris gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing one of the cameras.“I’m not planning it, I’m just accepting it. I know I can’t win a rigged game.” He gave a quick laugh and handed me my scarf from the coat rack.“It’s not rigged.” He defended himself as he slipped on his coat and tucked his plastic camera into the pocket.“Sure.” I laughed and grabbed the remaining camera. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” I walked pa...