Belated Eulogy_Blood mixed with blood_Beware Abchanchu_My Memory
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Belated Eulogy
“So, It all started one day when my father took me into the bank, to make a withdrawal. He typed in his pin, covering my eyes with his hand so that I wouldn’t see the password. It was obviously a joke, but at the time I thought he was dead serious. To this day I make sure to cover my eyes any time somebody is typing in a password. The atm was just outside the bank, but I went in to use the washroom. That’s when I saw it; a bowl of candy, just begging to be plundered. One per customer. I stuffed two into my pocket. The security guard saw me, I’m sure he did. A bead of sweat trickled down my fo...
Blood mixed with blood
~MISHA~My body awoke with a start and my eywww.onedoor.cces blinked open. My sleek black hair was knotted and matted. Sunlight beamed through my windows and blinded me. I groaned. I sat up and swung my feet over the side of my bed. My feet hit the cold floor.Something was different.I looked around my room. Same old rug, same old lamp, same old house plant. What was different?I looked at my old alarm clock. It read 8:45、 I winced and held my ears. It was usually 8:45 was when the garbage truck rumbled down the street every morning, ignoring the speed limit. But it never came.I tilted my head, confused. I ven...
Beware Abchanchu
Nikki Reeves was startled by a loud noise just outside of the small, rustic cabin she rented with a few of her friends. She hurried to the window to investigate. False alarm, it was just a branch breaking under the weight of the snow. She let out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding and went back to stand in front of the fireplace. The fire was starting to die down. It's crazy how fast fire burned through the wood. A city girl, Nikki's apartment had an electric fireplace. She had no experience with the real thing and it didn't take her long to find that she preferred fake logs. ...
My Memory
The glass shattered as he tried to run. I picked up a large shard and proceeded to take revenge on the man who was about to ruin everything…The cold steel and the rattling of the guard's baton finally awoke me from the few fretful hours of slumber I had been able to achieve in this place. The county jail was a place for common criminals and occasionally the yet to be brought to trial distraught worker accused of torturing and murdering his boss at the investment firm over the loss of his job. At least that's what the prosecutor wants the jury to believe. The story is so convincing that it's e...