The Outside Corner_The Harrowing Path_The Fire Below_Blood Brighter Than Wine
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The Outside Corner
The business-sized envelope was new with sharp, square corners and it was stuffed, taking up almost as much space on the bar as the spicy club wrap on Mike’s plate. Benny the bartender, the owner of the joint, walked by with a passing glance as if he had seen it all before, and moved on to wipe down some tumblers on a rectangular black tray. Mike stared at the envelope for a long while, wondering if he should even touch it. Would he soil himself if he did? Would he be a cockamamie fool if he didn’t? After all, this was a thousand crisp American doll...
The Harrowing Path
The Harrowing PathOther than the peculiar, transitory, flickering amber light that I beheld prior to my bicycle ride (it danced in the air at the threshold of the trail), there was no warning, no foreboding, no premonition of the trials and tribulations in store for me on that crisp, blustery day. The spurious, minacious stygian clouds coursed across the skies with the appearance of cumulus stratus fingers that appeared to reach for me—digits that could have extricated me from my parlous, unremitting state of existence.Any second, I felt as though I would slip off the edge of my abysmal quiddi...
The Fire Below
Renji sat on the terrace of the Kazan-Kan lodge, which was in a small clearing on the highest ledge of Mount Asama volcano that was still considered safe. Traces of snow which www.onedoor.ccsurvived the afternoon clung on in the grass out front. At ease, he breathed deep and smelled the pines of the forest that sloped down to the far away towns visible in the valley below.It’s a four hour walk up from the nearest road and very peaceful this time of year. Few people were around, just the way he liked it.“The Kamoshika are sure to come today to look around”, he said to himself.Kamoshika are a mountain sheep, ...
Blood Brighter Than Wine
TW: Graphic murder and recollections of violence. She was staring at the mirror, observing her finely-tuned features, when the phone rang. The quiet vibration caused her head to turn, curious as to who could be texting at this hour. She picked up the phone, cold brown eyes reading the message distantly. Sure enough, it was Leola. Are you coming tonight? The black text read, glowing against the comparably dark room. Another message arrived, the device sending a second vibration through her arm. Cara told me Brandon’s there, it said. She set down the phone with a quiet click. Inhaling slowly, sh...