ESCAPE_A CHANCE MEETING_Idle and Wild_The Port of Algeciras
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ESCAPE
I made it. I can't believe I made it. No one noticed me leave. No one noticed mewww.onedoor.cc at all. That's a relief. It took me all day and night to get to my families cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains. I'm here and I'm safe.The cabin is just as I remembered. I loved coming here as a little girl. This place was very special to me. All these years I've been away from the cabin I missed a piece of me. Now that I'm here I feel like a stranger.The cabin is no longer my special place, it's my hideout from an unknown danger. I didn't know what to do. Who to trust so I made myself disappear.I witness a terrible...
A CHANCE MEETING
MAISIE A chance meeting was all it took to remind me of what I lost all those years ago. One sunny day at the local cafe I bumped into him. He didn't recognize me but I knew him.He left without saying sorry. I left the cafe disappointed. What did I expect of him, for him to crawling back to me, so we can be friends once again after what I did to him. I was a horrible person when I was young but I changed and how do I tell him that.The very next day He came back to the cafe. He called me Maisie. He knew who I was after all. We talked, then he say goodbye. I haven't seen him since but I think ab...
Idle and Wild
Raymond J. Marshall. Chances are you’ve never seen a man with a suit and tie like that, each seam tailored to a precise finish by lavish artisans and each fold ironed to a smooth halt by prestigious butlers. Whether he’s stepping into the headquarters of a Fortune 500 corporation or a skyscraper in Hong Kong, you can be damn sure that every CEO and every one of their lackeys has already turned their head towards him. What a life! From the second he left his mother's womb he was set, practically following the rich-asshole checklist to a T. A sickly father with a multi-million dollar net worth, ...
The Port of Algeciras
The man’s face remained expressionless as he methodically scribbled a picture of a capsized boat on a napkin in front of him. Left hand scrawling, and his gloved right hand sitting motionless on the table. He pointed to his sketch. A boat on its side, lashed against the rocks. He had taken the time to sketch some items strewn across the water’s surface; bags, life vests, swimming people. Between the boat and the shore was a figure, head barely above the water, arm wrenched into jagged metal and rock. He pointed to the figure, then pointed to his lifeless right arm. Undoing the buttons of the ...