Ciao Ciao Ciao_Gumming It_Tell the Stars_A Token of Fate
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Ciao Ciao Ciao
Growl! Antoine stood up, clutching his tummy. If his stomach had woken him up, then this certainly wasn’t craving for comfort food. Antoine took out the mobile from his pocket. It was 2 am. Another 4 hours before the morning shift guy would arrive. Antoine dragged his sleepy ass to the elevator landing. He pressed the Up button and waited. The button wouldn’t light up. Antoine moved to the next elevator. No response. It was then that he noticed the emergency lights were on.He thought of complaining to the systems admin; abandoned the thought a moment later, when he realized it was the night sh...
Gumming It
“Put that sign on the door next to that canister ashtray. They shouldn’t be smoking in here anyway. Tape it good. If they don’t see it, just give them another reason to jump all over us.” “OK. Good as done. Anything else?” “Get your gear, go in there, and make sure there is not one speck of dust anywhere. These geniuses look for any excuse to put this on anyone but themselves. Not going to give them that option. If they can’t make this thing, whatever it is supposed to be, work, that’s on them. Make sure you check under every surface. Remember don’t touch anything you don’t know is safe to to...
Tell the Stars
***Attention! Please read my comment on this story, thank you!***When she first emerged from the sea, she had no clue what was happening to her. Her arms were clammy, her hands shaking, her fingers pruney. Water clogged her ears deep into her drums, but somehow, she could hear a faint voice from the land. Tell the stars that we were here Tell them that we left Tell them that we love them still Even if they’re bereftThe voice was quiet, though she couldn’t tell whether this was from her clogged ears or just the nature of the singer. It was wispy, like a murmur in the wind and the sea. She blink...
A Token of Fate
Kenneth Andrews stood from his leather-bound seat and cleared his throat. “I wwww.onedoor.ccould like to call the defendant, Calvin Brown, to the stand.”His request was met with the quiet rustling of shifting bodies in creaky hardwood seats as the gallery spectators anxiously watched the boy approach the stand in silence. Oily blonde shoulder-length hair covered most of his face as long as he kept his head down. Long beanstalk legs moved slowly, careful not to entangle and trip. While kids in school called him a circus clown, any attentive eye could clearly see the boy had the feet and hands for NBA. If onl...