Deadlines_The Quest to Bring Her Back_Life, Death, or Freedom!!!_Dancing Leaves
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Deadlines
“Deadlines. This is Marie. How may I help you?” Marie’s velvety voice floated efficiently across the cluttered desk towards her speakerphone. “Do you pick up and deliver?” A nondistinct male baritone with an unknown caller ID tag. “Yes, sir. Are you in the Cincinnati area?” “Need pickup in Indian Hill and delivery to Morrow.” Marie looked quickly at Bob’s schedule and location before responding. “Sir, you need pickup in Indian Hill and where is the package being delivered to?” “Morrow, Ohio.” The caller sounded slightly impatient. Marie laughed lightly. “I thought you meant you needed it deli...
The Quest to Bring Her Back
I sigh as I take one more glance at my notebook before shutting it andwww.onedoor.cc tossing it onto my bed. I cringe when the notebook slams against the wall, producing a loud bang. I close the cap to my blue sharpie and throw it back in the old tea container that I use as a pencil holder. My hand reaches for a black pen placed askew on my light blue desk, decorated with faded stickers from when I was younger. I hold the pen up to my wrist, already seeing the light markings of a rose I drew on my arm two days ago. I sigh, used to the dilemma, so I take my ankle and place it on my knee. No art. Perfect can...
Life, Death, or Freedom!!!
Prisoner 567198 stepped out of his cell on the first day of his incarceration. He saw all of the prisoners heading for the back of the common area to stand in front of the big screen TV hanging from the ceiling. Curious, he joined the hubbub. He wound up in the back of the crowd as a gameshow started. All around him the other prisoners were taking bets. He sidled up to one of the other prisoners to see what was going on.“Hey” he said.“Hey yourself” came the reply. “Oh, I remember you. You cost me a pack of smokes. I’m Rick.” Rick was 5’10”, average weight and blond, with a square head that di...
Dancing Leaves
Dancing LeavesMaybe it was because of the rustling leaves chasing one another across the lawn like curious, playful children.I’d always been inquisitive, but tonight more so than ever before. The last night in October.Shadows from the old, weeping willows cast an unnerving, sinister light on the lawn of the grotesque mansion, lights glittered brilliantly in most of the downstairs windows. The rusty, iron gate was ajar. A frosty chill was in the air-November was right around the corner.“What the heck?” I found myself saying as I slowed and hovered to observe the unusual scene.Many a night, I’d ...