Refreshments anyone?_Labyrinth_For My Child_CASSANDRA IN PARADISE
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Refreshments anyone?
Jennie checks her watch for the umpteenth time, wondering when her turn will be. She arrived an hour early she was so nervous about the whole thing if she missed her chance "again" it would be the end of everything for her and her husband. Her husband wished her luck and told her to keep focused.The other people that had arrived were not as nervous as she was just were better at hiding it than she was. "I cannot believe the spread they put out for everyone some good eats!" said a man enthusiastically while stuffing yet another chicken salad finger sandwich in his mouth. Jennie was shocked by t...
Labyrinth
The paper was quickly shoved into my hand, and I pushed it into my pocket. Nobody around me could see it, or the police would seize me. My home was just around the corner, and the moment I walked through the door, I opened the paper. Another flower, this time purple with a blue swirled center. I held it to a light bulb, and the encrypted message appeared. At ten o’ clock tonight, another group will be running away. I am unsure if I have enough courage to go this time, because the last time I tried I almost got caught. And the rest of my group was caught, given a fake trial, and arrested for tr...
For My Child
He picked up the broadcast about five miles ago, as dark clouds overhead preceded the blustering winds and torrent of a gray and slushy mix of ash and snow. Even now, the man known as Eric Thames walked with every inch of his body covered by clothing. A pocket radio, battery close to dead, was clutched in his right hand. The crackling message continued on, loud and clear despite the gusts churning powder into the air.www.onedoor.cc“-anyone receiving this,” the radio said with the voice of a woman. “Please help, my son is in danger and the storm has us trapped. He’s had no food for days, and now he’s runnin...
CASSANDRA IN PARADISE
Somehow, she’d always known that the world she’d want to live in would not exist until a thousand years after her death; the life she’d want to live would not be possible until ten centuries after hers had ceased. And the man she could love would not be born until she’d been dead a millennium.Now her upper eyelids stuck to the lower rims as though drapes unopened since forever that came to be glued to dusty, sticky window sills. Someone sat beside her. She could feel a presence. When she finally freed her lids with all of the force that her tugging forehead could muster, she saw her. This bein...