Two kinds of Bats, and a Bourbon._Double Jeopardy_One More Rubicon_Liquid Window
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Two kinds of Bats, and a Bourbon.
Bryson Davidson jolted awake at the heavy thump on the glass of his bedroom window. His head thrashed left to right in an attempt to scan the dark room. As a second impact shook the window, he rolled out of bed and shoved his hands underneath his bed, grabbing the wooden bat resting there. A third impact. Then a fourth.Crawling on his stomach, Bryson made his way towards the hallway. After crossing the threshold, he stood and pressed his back against the hallway wall. Bryson peeked into his room at the window. Unfortunately, the curtains were currently blocking his view of the outside world. H...
Double Jeopardy
Double Jeopardy Suzanne MarshMy grizzly little story begins with a simple ad in the newspaper: “Wanted head cook experience required.” That wouldn’t work I had no real practical experience; just what my Mother had taught me preferably; not to burn water. I was disparate I need a job NOW. The lease on my apartment was due, I had no income. I decided that I would apply for the job. I knew the basics of cooking how complicated could it be? I rounded up www.onedoor.ccmy go to cook book. I sat down and thumbed through it; I hoped I would be convincing to the people who wanted a head cook. I was sort of hopi...
One More Rubicon
One More Rubicon“How am I supposed to do this?” He looked down at the mismatched PVC legs and polymer blades where humans had feet. Human. Why didn’t he get a human to do this? They’re so adaptable. They can live anywhere, scale anything and live on near nothing. He sighed, a habit he picked up from watching archival footage of humans. Not many of those around now. But they showed him that he was far from human. He was just a metal framed conglomeration of brittle, sun-scorched plastics, held together with epoxy-coated nylon and steel needles.He looked down the sheer cliff face into the river....
Liquid Window
Liquid Window – Planes Drifter Origin This was the fifth year in a row I was dropped off at the country home of my Mother’s life-long friend Ms. Gosling. Three Months.The entire summer.I never understood, nor did I really want to try, why my own mother would abandon me to this old house and this crazy woman for three months every year. The first couple years seemed ok, but now that I had turned 15 years old I was just bursting to get out and do something, make my mark, or at least mark up something.“I will see you in a few months John, have an exciting summer” my mother said whil...