A Three Ringed Circus_Even the mythical phoenix_Excerpt from Missing_The Masked Stranger
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A Three Ringed Circus
Jingling like a bowl full of jelly, Vincent Petrov ran through a crowd of elated kids and exasperated parents at the Walter Bros Traveling Carnival outside Barstow, California. He yelled the same thing over and over: Eli.He ran past every booth looking for the right boy with blond hair, blue eyes, shorter than he should be, and though he had been moved to a safe place, he was still rough around the edges. No one he passed checked off that list, increasing the flittiness in his flight. At the end of the row, Vincent passed a man in a long flowing red jacket and a top hat he used to shield hi...
Even the mythical phoenix
It has been awhile since I ` ve seen sunlight: it stabbed my eyes with its thousand stings of molten gold, leaving me more parchewww.onedoor.ccd than ever. The two men by my sides were dragging me with them as they walked. My resistance had melted and my backbone had melted with it. The silhouette of a man in black was swimming before my eyes, getting closer with each second - an unlikely suitor waiting to invite me for a dance, with a burning rose in his hand. My eyes were mesmerised by the violence of light after the numb darkness of my cell. I forced myself to look up. They have built a pyre just for me...
Excerpt from Missing
Athens, the oldest capital of the modern world, was a city of rectangular, gray-white buildings, all of them slammed against each like the lockers we had at Tremont High, except these buildings seemed to be constructed haphazardly, as if it was an anything-goes type of architecture. People crowded the streets, going in and out of the shops and avoiding the Volkswagens, Toyotas, and Volvos that honked and battled each other at every intersection. But what really struck me was the lack of wind in the city, like the air was resting because Zeus was still in control on Mount Olympus and had taken ...
The Masked Stranger
I’ve always heard stories about the masked stranger. People say that he only appears at night in deserted places like parking lots and intersections. Nobody knows his identity. Whenever someone sees him, they quickly lose sight of him, and the only thing they can tell is that he is dressed all in black and has his face covered. What is known is that a few days after being sighted, a resident of the area where he was, suffers some kind of misfortune that leads to his death.I never believed these stories. I thought they were just a joke that started to scare people, and that inevitably became a ...