The Disappearing Act_living by a script_Too Many Cooks_Dead Man's Midnight
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The Disappearing Act
“We can’t turn down a dare though,” Erica said, trying to convince Josh. “But it’s a graveyard,” Josh added. “Oh, come on we have to do it…we both know we’ve done worse.” “Fine, but if something crazy happens just know I tried to say no,” Josh added, finally convinced that spending a whole night in a graveyard with just him and her would be a great idea.It was senior year, which meant that this was going to be the friend group’s last truth or dare Halloween edition before they go off to college. Mark and Daneil came up with the bright idea that making Erica and Josh go to a graveyard would ...
living by a script
I glance at Camille, who looks as nervous as a shivering opossum. We both do, but for different reasons. “Ready?” I whisper. She barely nods. Bridget climbs out of her seat, shaking. Her eyelids are so low they look shut. Her palms reflect from the handful of sweat. Perfect acting. “Well, I’m going to head to the bathroom,” Bridget says, breaking the silence. “You guys are acting kind of strange.” We both bob our heads forward like puppets. My mind blurs, I’m only concentrated on the mission. “Ellis, now?” “No, until she goes in.” Bridget disappears, which is our cue to place the toenails in h...
Too Many Cooks
Too Many Cooks... It wasn’t that unusual to hear one of Jason Tyler’s very popular hit songs being played at his funeral. What was unusual was that it was coming from inside the mahogany casket! * * *Two days before the funeral, Jason Tyler had gotten into a heated argument, while partying with friends, with Tracy Malverne, who was his best buddy in the entire world. Jason’s friends were few and far between because of his constant bragging, but he could always count on Tracy. Until today. Tracy was livid because Jason had ‘stolen’ a little ditty that was li...
Dead Man's Midnight
“You should be ashamed of yourself.”“Oh, don’t worry. I am.”I sighed. This was a conversation we had repeated many times before. I could read both sides of the script, a one-woman show. I carried on, “There are better things to be doing with your time, Taylor. You could be doing something constructive.”“I am.” She shrugged, and her matter-of-fact voice floated flatly over her shoulder to me on the chilly dusk.“Wandering around in the dead of night?”“Not wandering. It’s a deliberate investment.”“I’m going to end up here no matter what, in the end. So don’t waste the life I do have looking ahead...