Winter Tent_Twisted in Hatred_Abraxas_Missing Henry
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Winter Tent
Deborah strode into the park like she owned it, as per her mother's long-ago advice. She wished she'd worn a thicker coat instead of this little thin sweater. She might have known; the ads for the winter carnival had run for weeks, right through the autumn days of Indian summer, and now it was genuine winter weather. Crud. She'd just have to move quickly and try to keep herself warm that way.She sped past the game booths, stopped at the coffee hut and picked up a large black. Sipping it, she sped to the main tent where the international winter displays were. The tickets cost five dollars, but ...
Twisted in Hatred
Fog curls around you. You need to choose, the voice tells you. You feel its presence around you like a malevolent ball of living energy. Two doors stand in front of you. Your future stands in front of you. Except it is only behind one of the doors. That is the challenge of the Trial. The last task before you are allowed to become free from your prison sentence. Free. You shift on the small platform. The rest of the room is pitch black, and even though there are no lights, the two doors are illuminated. The one on the right is blood-red. The left one is pure white. Angelic and demonic. Good ...
Abraxas
The sun had not yet roared into the sky. A Mapleton City Police cruiser rushed along on Chisholm Chapel Road. Sarge drove. Denny rode shotgun. Sarge smoothed his thick mustache with his thumb. Denny reached around his side to itch his back fat. The sun began to push reds and oranges through the blue morning horizon. “She didn’t see who broke it?” Denny asked.“Didn’t say. She was pretty upset,” Sarge said.Sunlight began to creep over the trees. Sarge and Denny put on aviators, almost simultaneously. A beam of light hit a nick on the windshield. A month ago, a gravel truck had kicked up a pepple...
Missing Henry
She stood there, staring into that empty room. Empty of life and laughter. Empty of joy and filled with quiet. She hated that room but couldn't bring herself to leave. All his stuff was still there,The little bed in the shape of a boat, the messy bubble guppy bedding. The pillows that always seem to wind up on the floor when he slept, His lonely stuffed lion he named duck, that like her, was waiting for they're little boy to come back home, His toys were still strewn all owww.onedoor.ccver the floor. His pirate telescope laying on the windowsill. She didn't dare close the window, couldn't touch a thing. Hop...