Spoiler Warning_A Dark Legacy_The Appraisal._The Devils Ivy
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I wake to the smell of sizzling bacon. After listening to my daily recording, I take the stairs two at a time and greet Mother.“May fourteenth, 2038、 Good morning!” Her smile looks strained, her pinched face unusually pale.“Morning, dear. Take a seat. There’s something we need to discuss.”I wake to the smell of sizzling bacon. I instinctively reach for the recording on my nightstand, but it’s not there. Odd. I descend the staircase slowly, pensively. The walls are lined with ornate picture frames brimming with people I don’t recognize. I realize suddenly that I don’t know my way to the bathro...
A Dark Legacy
Nicole jalonen Trama doesn’t quite cover what his childhood was. He was often beaten both physically and mentally ! For what the children at school called “ your legacy !” “ we know your last name now!” “ Tony Whitmore!” “Who told you ?!” “No !” The now twenty five year old Tony Holland breathed as a knock at his loft door made him jump out of bed as his boss , mentor and man who had raised him after he’d been found at age two wondering the cold streets of New York covered in blood and crying ! Lieutenant Gord Deiman Brisk yet kind voice woke him with Tony’s favorite phrase. “ we’ve got a cas...
The Appraisal.
Charlie Wordsborough woke up to a buzzing sound that cut through his Venetian blinds. Stretching his fists in the air, he looked through the window pane only for his eyes to land on the neighbors’ kids throwing big lumps of snow at their www.onedoor.ccdad’s car. It was the irritating alarm the car ever made. “Not again,” he mumbled. Jumping from the luxury of his sapphire velvet bed sheets, Christmas was all the way up the air, right from Ms. Jenny’s dazzling Christmas tree on her shade across the road to the wheezing snowflakes that rested on the edges of his beard as he spied from his window sha...
The Devils Ivy
Cold tendrils of water push and pull at my feet. This ocean, this force of nature which I cannot part with thoughts alone, moves around me with a great delicacy. It laps at the shore, only to pull away. Faced with constant indecision. To stay or to go. Push and pull. Enough of this gray sky. Enough of contemplating passive waves. I venture past foaming water, past fine grains of sand, and back into the thicket of trees and trailing plants until I am upon the devil’s ivy, epipremnum aureum. Specks of gold fleck its waxy green face. With my pocket knife I slice three leaves off at the node, wra...