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If You Believe, It Will
The librarian hushed the girls, who just giggled again. The young man closed his eyes and tried to breathe. The bills stuck together from his sweat as he fingered the edges of it again. His breathing echoed and rebounded and filled his head and surely, surely . . . Thud! Then more of the same as other books fell. A hulk of a man with a rose tattoo pulled another shelf down. He thrust his hands to the back of the wooden shelving, searching for the secret compartment.“Sir!” The librarian steadied herself on her desk, edging around it till she was nearly behind it. “What are you doing?! This is ...
The Red Succubus
Once there was a girl in our town tall, young, and lovely named Maria. Everyone was head over heels for the gal. Every head turns whenever she is in town. Strange thing is she only walks at night usually around 10 in the evening. While every man in town head turns, girls are not very happy about it. She is always wearing red and be with a different man every night she is out and always bring the lucky guy in her place. Many woman calls her a succubus, Lilith, harlot and such foul words, feeling envy I supposed. There was nothing unusual at first then something happened. A man named Jonathan wa...
The carrier
The first rays of the sun were slightly showing from behind the imposing mountains. The snow was glowing shyly creating an atmosphere of surrealism. Some ice particles were trying to change their fate of melting and shine brighter. Dying in seconds, each frozen drop was an atom of an impressive molecule of glass.From his well-hidden hut, Amos was watching the spectacle anticipating each second. For decades he had been watching this theatrical and fascinating process. In the end, his day to day occupation had the same characteristics, tragic and yet addictive. A repetitive and jerky knock at t...
Reasons of Maturity
It’s been a long time since I was in high school. I’d like to say I have pleasant memories of the place, but the truth is I thought it was my personal hell. I know, I know; everyone says that, but I have my reasons. I was uprooted the summer of my senior year, leaving behind the city of 40,000 I had always known and transplanting me into a nowhere town with just shy of 4,000. Everyone in the senior class, all 62 of them, had known each other for their entire educational careewww.onedoor.ccr and here I was, an outsider, dropped in as though I were an alien coming to harvest their organs. I still remember th...