Mitzee’s Revenge_LIFE UNPLUGGED_Dragon Fruit_The Man in the Mask
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Mitzee’s Revenge
Someone is going to pay, and they are going to pay dearly, Mitzee fumed silently. Actually, no! He wasn’t going to be silent. He opened his mouth and yowled, continuously.He paced in his cell, the four walls seemed to close in upon him and he, who was never claustrophobic, even in the tightest of spaces, began to feel like he couldn’t breathe. Minimum security, my ass! He thought.How long had he been incarcerated this time? He couldn’t tell. In a fit of boredom and pique, he knocked a container to the tiled floor, where it smashed with a satisfying clatter of broken pieces. They lay scattered ...
LIFE UNPLUGGED
“Pres? Pres, can you stop what you’re doing for one second and listen to me?”Preston Philips looked up from his iPhone where he’d been checking his mail. He’d set his phone’s vibration to a different frequency for all modes of communication, whether it be email, news, weather, facetime, conference call, wife calling, the kids, wake-up, go-to-bed, take-your-pills, and more.“What is it, Jane?”“I want you to look around and tell me what you see.”Preston felt a new vibration; this one signaled his mother was calling.“It’s my mother; let me text her and say I’ll call her back.”Jane walked over to w...
Dragon Fruit
The terrifying noise of hooves along the rocky road belonging to the Beckers' court became closer and closer. "Goddamn it they're ganging on us, Butch!" Austin, a bard from the east, shrieked. He could feel his impending doom but, what would it be? Beheading? The electric chair? Maybe even torture. "It's fine ok? I got this!" Butch said as he closed his eyes, soon after which a stampede of wild mustangs came riding beside the unruly couple. Butch chantedwww.onedoor.cc something in a norse language and the horses dispersed behind them. Austin seemed to be in shock, clutching his guitar like his life depended...
The Man in the Mask
Benny and I like to crush out the cigarette butts. We trudge round and round, alternately smashing cigs and kicking up the sugary sand that seeps out from under the squared circle that's been brought in special for tonight and situated smack on top of the Oakville Leafs pitcher's box. I am eleven and he is nine and we are waiting for Dad to come down from the announcer's booth on the flat roof of the ball stadium. Elvis croons "It’s Now or Never" over the loudspeakers where only an hour ago Dad had been calling the Mighty Wonders of the World Wrestling Throw-Down. Now, the crowds are gone and ...