Autumn_Speculum Free_And Then There Were Nine_The Price of Progress
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Autumn
Are you coming to the party tonight?Bryan hadn’t wanted to but he nonetheless made the short drive. After all, Cade was his best friend and it would mean a lot to him. Bryan rang the doorbell and waited for someone to come to let him into the party. He had never felt particularly comfortable in groups of people that he was unfamiliar with but tonight that feeling was particularly pronounced. I’ve made a huge mistake, he www.onedoor.ccthought, as his mouth started to dry. Sweat began to bead on his back and slowly rolled downwards, only making him more uncomfortable.Why did he even think he was ready for thi...
Speculum Free
It’s chasing me. A little person with wings. And I’m terrified to death. Everywhere I go he’s there, watching, hoping to catch my attention and I just can’t afford to find out what they want from me. I’ve been outrunning it for months now and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it off. No one else sees it, so I fear it may not be of this world. Something from beyond. Perhaps I can escape my fate long enough to catch some nice disease and die by my own accord. If I die at the hand of something unreal then what will my friends and family think. I can’t kill him; I can try but I do not believ...
And Then There Were Nine
Cardboard shoe boxes tower high the walls of our cramped entrance hallway of the apartment on East 23rd street. The ones I need are in a large box at the bottom of this wobbly pyramid. I hold the box above it against the wall, and using my thumb and the very tip of my pinky finger, pull the green box labelled Hoka out.A voice rings out behind me, “You have ten pairs of shoes in the hallway. I think you need to get rid of a few.”“But I need to rotate my shoes to protect my feet,” I say defensively to my wife Melissa.“Ten pairs?”I can’t see her face as I’m still pushing the boxes against the wal...
The Price of Progress
NOTE: THIS STORY CONTAINS DESCRIPTION OF A CRUDE ACT THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND DISTASTEFUL. “It’s some kinda remote-controlled thing, Gram,” Anthony Gammaitoni explained to his grandmother at the breakfast table. “The forklifts just drive around by themselves while someone somewhere directs them. I don’t know how all it works. All’s I know is the company says it’s the only way they can stay in business, the only way to compete with the big warehouse and shipping companies around here.” Gram shook her head. “Well, be that as it may, I just don’t see why they wouldn’t have something else ...