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Limbus Patrum
Limbus PatrumA father swings from a tree in the churchyard whilst his children sleep inside. The wind blows eastward, and he twirls in it like some rotting ornament. The earth below his feet is impenetrable and his wife has no shovel. Only his eldest son has seen his hanging body. The boy comes and goes, not looking to his right when he leaves, and not looking to his left when he returns, always ignoring his ole’ Pop. Look at me, boy. Too grown up for your ole’ Pop, Eh? You ain’t even tall enough to cut me down. There is deadness all around, an oceanwww.onedoor.cc of nothing. There is only the church that s...
sister
The recording machine clicked. “We are recording.” The interviewer said. “So, Mr. Carl,” He clasped his hands in front of him. “Tell us how you ended up at our doorstep, and why you are turning yourself in?”“Who said anything about turning anyone in?” Luka tried to jerk his hands out of the handcuffs, but the metal chain just rattled. “I’m here to tell you about the person who committed the crime. It wasn’t me!”“No one was accusing you of that,” The interviewer replied smoothly.“But you just said--”“I am accusing you now, because of this,” The interviewer held up a handwritten sheet of paper....
The Winning Ticket
"Dylan, get up. We're late," I said, shaking my brother from his slumber. Dylan was younger than me by eleven and a half months. Mom called us her Irish twins, an expression that made no sense to me. We looked nothing alike. Dylan looked like Mom, with green eyes and curly brown hair, and I took after Dad, brown eyes, straight blond hair. "I'm coming. Just hang on a sec, Finn," Dylan said as he rubbed his eyes awake, his hair sticking out in all directions.We stumbled downstairs but paused when we heard voices. Mom was home from the hospital and talking to Aunt Sara, who stayed with us on the...
Midnight Keeper
The lightning shot down and struck miles away from the now-illuminated graveyard. Rain slammed against the guard shack window mercilessly with loud cracks and slaps that began to resemble the sound of rattling television static. As the rain pounded, more lightning dove into the ground, reminding John of just how despairing his job could be. People carried a misconception that graveyards were dark, creepy, and unsettling. For John, the graveyard he oversaw at the turn of midnight was nothing more than the peaceful resting place he’d chosen his wife to take. Some around his quaint town snickered...