The Dream Job_Sunlit_Embracing a Ghost_The Storm from Hell by C.E. Metcalf
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The Dream Job
"I'm home!" Juan called to his wife, throwing his keys on the desk. Isabel came out of the hall."Did you get it?" she asked, squinting her eyes in curiosity."No.""They still won't promote you?""Apparently not. I swear they like me where I'm at and as long as I'm there, they're not going to let me move forward. I'm sick of it!"After a short evening of silent brooding, Juan and Isabel went to bed.Suddenly, Juan woke up. He sat up and looked around. It was pitch black. He looked at his bedsheets only to find they weren't there. He was fully dressed: pants, boots, long-sleeve shirt. He was in a ...
Sunlit
Sometimes she wondered if the old lady had been a spy or something.Something ridiculous, and something that would explain all the weird little tricks she knew because a librarian (as far as she understood the requirements for such a job) did not rely on one’s ability to voice act or understand Rutherford backscattering spectrometry or how to counter magnetic locks.Well, a once-a-librarian, now retired and… and now doing whatever she was also doing.Stormy grey eyes glanced over at Planty and realized that the singeing desert sun that pooled on the far side of the table had shifted enough to fal...
Embracing a Ghost
“Zina?” The voice said on the other end of the phone.“Yes.” There was a long pause. Zina forced her left hand in her coat pocket. The cold blustery winds were whipping widely on that October evening. She walked toward the middle of the block and looked at the four corners. She tried to decide which way to go but it didn’t matter. All the roads led to one thing. “What happened?” Her friend’s voice asked on the phone.“I’ m walking.” Zina responded.“Me too. But you might need to run.” Her friend, Doug responded back.The line went dead. They both knew why. Zina put her cell phone back in her coat ...
The Storm from Hell by C.E. Metcalf
It was a cold winter in main. I sat at my kitchen table drinking a hot cup of coffee. I had spent the day cutting firewood. I had gotten an early start this morning because I knew a storm was coming. I had given up listening to the weather report years ago because most of the time they were wrong. I have lived in my cabin for 22 years and seen all kinds of weather. But this time I had a feeling the storm coming was going to bewww.onedoor.cc different. My cabin was about the size of a large 1- bedroom apartment. I had built it myself 23 years ago. It had taken me about a year to finish. This was one thing in...