The Hotel_After Breakfast One Morning_Day Nine_You Left Me Behind
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The Hotel
The hotel bar was quiet. The few clients who were still drinking all seemed to be middle-aged businessmen sat alone at their tables. Michelle sipped her Archers and lemonade. She had drunk enough in order to feel the buzz of the booze and decided that she’d had enough to be able to sleep that night. She never slept well in strange places or beds. She finished her drink and headed towards the lift up to the 3rd floor. When the lift pinged she got out. She noticed the air felt strange. Heavy and still. It was strange www.onedoor.ccbut she put it down to possibly having one too many. She turned the corner onto...
After Breakfast One Morning
“Speak now.” A wall of red wood towers over me as I stand in the massive court room. I don’t remember how I arrived in this land of purple giants and I only partially understand how I have offended them. I can’t deny the scene in front of me, however. “I said speak now!” the giant judge bellowed. “As I tried to explain before I don’t know how I got here and…” “Speak louder! Oh, never mind. Uglin! Put the tiny creature on the bench.” I am scooped up before I know what is happening. I am afraid of being told to speak again so I begin as soon as I stop wobbling. I am confused about and gratefu...
Day Nine
Day nine was Christmas Day, the family had all gathered; they decorated the table with holly and crackers. We were all smiling, Dad had been generous with gifts this year. Mum carried the turkey from the oven. Uncle Pete stood, pulled his Browning and shot his brother, my father. The bullet entered below his eye, killing him instantly. Mum dropped the bird and stood opened-mouthed. My sister screamed. Granddad pushed his chair back and started after uncle Pete. The door slammed. Uncle Pete fired the engine and screeched down the otherwise quiet street. The black Jaguar disappeared by turning l...
You Left Me Behind
Dell Creason looks around the infield, focusing on Hobey Clarke, his third baseman. He intuitively knows that in 1974, only four years away, Hobey will die in a skiing accident. Dell wants to tell him, but he believes nothing can change Hobey’s destiny. Dell goes into his windup, striking out his eleventh batter.The crowd cheers, responding to his pitching a no-hitter and a perfect game as well, something an eight-year-old shouldn’t do. Fifteen little leaguers have come to the plate and eleven have struck out. News of what Dell is doing has spread through the park, and the crowd of twenty spe...