Defeated by Hope_Paper Tigress_Lights Out: The Elevator to Hell_A Life of Lives
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Defeated by Hope
I drove up the winding logging road, feeling slightly queasy as we twisted and turned away from the closest community. I glanced through the rear-view mirror at Hope, my Bullmastiff, lying lazily in the backseat. A pothole pulls my attention back to the road, forcing out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Kristen sat in the passenger seat munching on chips as she gossiped with me about people we knew. Kristen and I had met at nursing school, had spent the last four years learning what we needed to become Registered Nurses. She excelled in classes, kept in touch with friends, and had a l...
Paper Tigress
Vidalia removed her mask, tuckwww.onedoor.cced her hair behind her ears, and leaned forward instinctively towards the makeup artist. He sprayed something into his hand, applied it to her face, and cocked his head, so that he would have been looking into her eyes had she not already been gazing into the distance.All contestants had been asked to come “hair and makeup ready” to the set each day, which Vidalia had assumed meant she could turn up in no makeup, but the producers had taken one look at her and blanched, which told her that at least she really was passing for a woman now. This was still somewhat su...
Lights Out: The Elevator to Hell
Wallace Arnton, the civil criminal defense attorney, was far from an innocent man. His place of work was a predictably ostentatious skyscraper, with the sort of fancy elevators that played classical music and accurately announced the current floor and direction of their pending motion.Most unfortunately for Wallace, one of the elevators was about to malfunction.As the workday ended and Wallace stepped inside the sliding doors, a pleasant voice said “going down”. Naturally, Wallace worked on the top floor and was accustomed to the long descent, but he had never before experienced the lights goi...
A Life of Lives
“…L-Let’s get behind that ridge…make camp. This liquor is really…hmm..."“I gotta wash all this blood off…c-change clothes, at least. It was a good fight. He did well, d-don’t ya think? Got me a bit-"“…No, I’m l-limpin’ because I limp, and I’m hurt because I hurt…s-shut your mind up. Ugh, this guy’s blood reeks! …I-It’s more his than mine.”“Yeah, well, I guess we all smell now, don’t we?”“…H-Have to say…super grateful for this whiskey. Hm. D-Don’t look at me like that. Who-who knew when I said, I’d’ve killed for a drink that it’d end up true. W-What’s it now? …‘ Ask, and you shall receive, just...