I dream,_Little Touch of Heaven_Curse of the Cane Man_Delivery
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I dream,
Within moments the small craft was lifted high into the sky. A pillar of smoke from the exhaust trail spreading out as it rocket out of sight. A lush green planet could be seen. The oceans vast and fruitful, life exploding out of every inch as the small rocket barreled out of orbit. The lone pilot watched in horror as lights lit up across the beautiful land that once held his home. As the oceans crumbled and cracks seemed to rise from the pressure of their moon colliding with their stratosphere. Fingers against the tiny little capsule’s glass panel curled as his tears fell into the mask he wor...
Little Touch of Heaven
Thea Daniels. Thea didn’t think her mother had known her name, yet there it was, scrawled on the box of her mother’s belongings. It had taken Thea a while before she could even look at the box, let alone think about opening it. The mother who was in this box was a stranger to Thea, not her mom. No, Thea’s mom was downstairs reading in her favorite armchair, like she did every night after dinner. Thea knew none of the habits of the mother in this box, but she knew that would change as soon as she opened it.The box was packed neatly, though the blanket covering the rest of the contents was riddl...
Curse of the Cane Man
Detective Steve Swanson clips the potted gardenia on his desk, then carefully waters it.Chief Pasquale Puglisi drops a folder on Steve’s desk. “Something for you to look into besidwww.onedoor.cces domestic scuffles.”Steve opens the folder, gazing curiously at the black and white photograph of a muscular young man with greasy hair, a monobrow, and an uneasy smile.Steve smirks. “Was this taken during the Stone Age?” “Addie doesn’t like to have his picture taken,” Puglisi says. “My guess, it’s from the nineties.”Greying, with sympathetic but tired eyes, Steve, a twenty-three-year veteran, has come to Chestn...
Delivery
Loud fixtures in the stairwell cut shards of awful light into whatever sleep the girl still had in her. They stepped out into the parking lot. Her pajama feet--shoved into snow boots--began to collect sweat, started to itch. Her little brother asked for donuts, and then sneezed. Their mother didn’t answer. She had darted ahead to the snow-covered car, scraping at the ice on the door handle with her key in search of the keyhole.“Careful, guys, it’s icy!” she yelled without looking back, her words filling puffs of visible air in the yellow beam of the street lamp. The girl grabbed her brother’...