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Dining At Anducci's
Blood dripped from the table onto the floor. The pool increased with every drop. The pool began to trickle following the pale grout lines of the light tan tiled floor. It outlined each square as it traveled. The slumped body was half sitting on an antique wooden chair at the end of the table. The air was thick with the smell of iron that didn’t move from the dead breeze. The flies would soon come and fill the air with their constant buzz. Except when they landed to dine and lay their eggs. The room was hot and the blood didn’t travel far before it began to coagulate and stop its journey. A fli...
Espresso and Dreams at the Cafe
www.onedoor.cc A girl is inside a coffee shop. She orders from the counter, and sits down at a table by the window. Through the window, she looks upon a steady stream of people. As she rests her chin on her hand, a woman walks past. Suddenly, she is that woman; she goes to unlock her car. As she pulls out the keys, she is struck from behind. She staggers, and falls to the ground. The world turns black. “Beep Beep Beep!” The girl blinked and sat up in bed. It was a dream, Olivia. She reminded herself, You’re not actually knocked out by some creepy shadow guy. Her roommate Elizabeth knocked on the door. “Com...
Pinch Yourself
It's not like her to wake up hot and sweaty. The air conditioner has kept her room at a cool sixty nine degrees all summer. The number held some irony, given the dream that she'd just awoken from. Her heart really needed to calm down. Pulses shouldn't go that fast. Especially when the boy wasn't even there. She wiped the sweat off her forehead. "Get ahold of yourself, Thorley," she said, positioning herself in front of the unit. It blew in her face. It's not like her to have a dream like that. She was raised a good Christian girl, one who is saving herself for marriage. It was hard to focus o...
Lunch Hour Therapy
They used it as kind of therapy, these lunches together. Even when one or the other of them was on vacation, they seemed to meet at least once a week. They were two of a kind, a study in how opposites did not always attract, and maybe that was the reason they did this: to remind each other about the things they didn’t like in themselves. They took comfort, too, in reinforcing the idea between them that they were the only sane ones in a world full of imbeciles. Rae waited less than patiently for the waiter to take their order and then leave: cranberry and gorgonzola salad for both of them, Rae...