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Winter Escape
After stealing away in the early dark hours, enough coffee to keep her awake for a week, and eight hours of unfamiliar roads, the traitor arrives. As promised, the unlocked cabin contains an enormous fireplace, a comfy couch, loads of blankets, a quaint kitchen, a medium-size bedroom with king-size bed and a closet just big enough for a six-year-old to stand in, and a claw-footed tub. With a sinking feeling in her gut, she walks out the back door. A hundred yards away she finds a tiny shack with a moon carved in the top of the door. She groans.Staring into the trees, she wonders how her famil...
The Unpleasant Surprise
Tearing off the white duvet, I frantically moved to the window to see what intruder had sounded off the alarm of our home well past the witching hour. I quickly checked the bedside clock, realizing that it was officially now November seventeenth, the day of my thirty-fifth birthday. “Honey, it’s him,” I whispered frantically to my sleeping husband.Rubbing his eyes and reaching for his wire rim glasses, he lets out a yawn, “It’s who?”I see it, the white sprinter van that nearly took me down earlier in the day. The driver of the van nearly obliterated my tiny Honda Civic on the freeway after he...
Drum beat, heartbeat
Word count 2,668Drum beat, heartbeat.It would soon be his eighteenth birthday. His pawww.onedoor.ccrents had promised him a new drum set. He looked around his cluttered room littered with drums in various stages of repair. There were even a few drums hanging from the ceiling. One wall was covered with drumsticks arranged in a formidable formation that would make a sergeant major stand to attention. Richard was planning to put the new set in the corner by the window. This meant moving his desk to another room, an act that would, no doubt, upset his p...
See
“You see? You’ll never be able to see me. Not really.” She gave a chuckle, his blood on her arm mixing with her own, the coppery tag the predominant smell permeating the air.“Let me help you.” He reaches out his hand, stretching it out to hers. “Let me pull you up like you once did for me. You don’t have to be like this.”She grasps his hand, dangling solely from his grip off the edge. “Like what? Like a villain?”“Destructive. Self-destructive. Irrational. Hair-trigger temper. Violent.”She gave him a deadpan look, piercing through her veneer of raging insanity. “Alright. Yeah. A villain.”“A vil...