Up From The Depths_A Step Too Far?_Twin Stranger_Patron Saint Mickey
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Up From The Depths
Up From The DepthsBy Jamewww.onedoor.ccs M. Vines The mechanical whine of the reduction gear in the engine room had become mind numbing over the past several months at sea. Staying underwater most of the time lead to monotony and routine until you did not know whether you were coming or going. The hours, days and months had taken its toll on Engineman first class Roberts. He wasn’t sure that he would even know how to adapt to life back on dry land. Though he didn’t fully understand why the voyage was necessary, he did know that the research being conducted by some ...
A Step Too Far?
10am April 2nd 1950‘Bill! We’ve had 560 inquiries and 36 orders so far and it’s only 10 o’clock,’ Sam said, turning to his over-large companion at the rickety wooden desk behind him. Piles of papers littered the surface, marked with coffee cup stains and an ash tray spilling over with cigarette butts and gum wrappers. A calendar from the previous year still hung on the corrugated metal walls, it’s pages left unturned after the January page which featured a pretty pin-up girl draped over the hood of a rather drab looking truck. January’s Jane was trying her best to sell but it hadn’t seemed ...
Twin Stranger
Erica felt herself being lured into the library after noticing a display in the window promoting local authors. The recommended books were at the far end of the library, directly across from the front doors, and feeling it was sacrilegious not to browse the aisles as she walked down them, she let her eyes scan the spines and covers neatly organized on the shelves.Seeing her own face on the back cover of a book caused Erica to freeze. She felt the world tilt as it does when your brain is presented with information that should not be possible. Alarmed confusion tunneled her vision and amplified ...
Patron Saint Mickey
One. It was the most appropriate place to start anything, he figured. The loneliest number, not that he minded being alone. He struck the match and watched the red and black end spark to life. He inhaled deeply, taking pleasure in the chemical tinge of the first smoke. The flame swayed in the draft of the small front room in which he sat, as he did every Saturday evening at seven o’clock sharp, the television tuned to channel Four WZRY. Outside his window the wind whipped the branches of the big oak tree. He held his hand around the flame and lowered it gently to the wick of the candle, coaxin...