Every Breath You Take_Memories of the Lost Soul_The Alliance_A Childish Massacre, Pumpkin Flavored
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Every Breath You Take
Logan heard a faint click as she walked through the big glass door and another as she stepped inside. The noises were small and hard to latch onto, and for a moment, she thought she’d imagined them. Another click sounded as her perfectly white sneakers squeaked on the black and white tile taking her down the skinny hallway towards the bank of mailboxes. She ducked her head to rummage through her giant leather shoulder bag and nearly jumped out of her skin when Rodney appeared at her side seemingly out of nowhere. “Jesus!” She gasped and then laughed at herself when she recognized him. He was s...
Memories of the Lost Soul
The sunlight came in through the thin curtains. Its orange warm beam fell on a stack of books in a room. A bedroom. Someone was waking up. There she is, Stacy Wildwood. Her brown shoulder-length hair looked golden in the sunlight. She sat up and wiped the sleep out of her eyes.Stacy took her place in the driver’s seat of a 4x4 truck. And saw something laying on the passenger’s seat. A book with a note on it.This will change your lifeStacy took the book and opened it. There was nothing, just blank pages. She threw the book back and stepped on the gas pedal. The truck screeched out of the drivew...
The Alliance
Was joining this group a smart move? It was out of my comfort zone – and not something I ever imagined doing. The persistence of my best friend James, along with a lot of thought and deliberation, had led me to this clandestine meeting tonight. It was here we would learn the purpose of the Alliance. My invitation had come via a brown nondescript envelope, shoved under my door.James had texted me the instructions for how to view it. After pouring lemon juice over the blank paper, I placed it under a black light, and the scribbled instructions came to life:Go to 104 Leonino Road Marlows Lagoowww.onedoor.ccn ...
A Childish Massacre, Pumpkin Flavored
The knife in my hands is the shiniest object I've ever held in my life. Moonlight reflects from it, making it look as if the knife itself were a source of light. Every movement I make with it is graceful and calculated, slow but compelling. A smile emerges from my mouth, all of my teeth exposed, I can almost feel the cold of the dark breezy night swallow me whole. “Kane, come on, it's time to carve the pumpkin with your brother!” I hear my mom yell at me from another room, she probably doesn’t know I'm already sitting on the porch with the pumpkins. I'm slightly disappointed, my knife is wort...