The Screaming Hole_The Mushroom Cloud_Imagining me with you_The Serpent's Favor
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The Screaming Hole
The hole had never been there, but this morning, somehow, it was. In the middle of the park. A black spot in a sea of green. A dead pixel in the aerial view.“Aaagrooooooomn,” the hole said.Nearby, a boy dropped his ball. He stared at the hole, then approached with as much precaution as a kid could have.Half an hour later, six other kids had joined the boy, staring down into the blackness. They all jumped when the hole made another Aaagrooooooomn. There was talk of a monster. One of the kids suggested they should buy some meat to feed it, but none of them had money. A girl threw a stic...
The Mushroom Cloud
Jericho had been let out of school for the past thirty minutes, but he wasn’t ready to go home yet. The hilltop behind the school parking lot beckoned him on that gorgeous fall afternoon. Laying on the grassy knoll, his backpack sitting next to him, he was gazing up at the puffy clouds that dotted the sky like marshmallows floating in a cup of bright blue cocoa. He furrowed his brow as he realized that no one should ever consume cocoa that was bright blue, but he nonetheless loved staring at the sky whether it was clouds during the day or the stars at night.The stars looked the same all the ti...
Imagining me with you
”There he is.”“Who?”“The groom you, numbskull,” my Dad www.onedoor.ccpointed.I surveyed around the reception room and squinted a bit. In the center of the room, the man of the hour sat on a chair, exhausted with a nagging mother-law. The bride was pacing around the room, while several family members were all over the reception.“Not how I expected my first gig as a wedding photographer would go,” I scowled.“ Well, you better suck it up Jaime, ‘cause another headache’s comin’ yer way,” Dad grinned.Out of nowhere, the spawn of Satan, also known as a pain in my neck, waltzed into the shooting set. He also goes...
The Serpent's Favor
“Plant the snake eggs, slave” Molly demands. She makes a whipping motion at me, along with the sound effect with her mouth. “This fucking kid, I swear to God,” I murmur to myself as I bury my tennis balls in the backyard. Now I can’t play tennis because my crazy little niece thinks they’re eggs that will hatch into snakes to do her bidding. As I smooth out the dirt over my tennis balls with my shovel, she rubs her hands together like a maniacal villain. I take out my phone to text my sister, Nicole, who’s in the middle of her two-week romantic getaway with her husband. Help! She immediately se...