Second Impressions_Bill finds out about his past_Intruder Next Door_The Lock Box
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Second Impressions
The storm is now close to Brine town. It’s expected to have wind speeds of up to a hundred miles per hour. All the residents are advised to stay indoors and possibly board up their windows. Neo watched the news cuddled up on his couch, his two cats Magp and Finn sleeping next to him. He was in Brine town waiting for the revered storm to reach. Unlike most, he loved when it was a stormy season. Nothing beat binging a horror movie while Mother Nature raged on. The movies also helped with his fantasy paintings and his day job as a gothic tattoo artist. Neo switched to his movie account and sta...
Bill finds out about his past
On a warm summer night in eighteen forty seven in a western town just outside of Texas. A stranger rolls in to town he was wearing a black cowboy hat with a black leather trench coat. The man had his head down as he road his black horse into town the man road up to the bar just on the edge of town hopped down off his horse. The saddle look brand new the sliver on thwww.onedoor.cce saddle shined in the moon light.He gave his horse a pet then took the rains leading the horse to the trough. As he tied the horse to a post everyone was watching him in suspicion. No one new came to town for a while there was a lo...
Intruder Next Door
I glare at the twelve inch wall separating our apartments, recalling the words I devised all day at work to confront her. One giant step to her door. You can do this. The brass knocker is cool, lighter than it looks. I lift and release. Leaning my ear to the door, the only sounds are a television at the far end of the hallway, whirring elevator mechanisms and a bark in the distance. I put my eye to the peephole. Odd angles and blurred images. I knock harder with repetition. Nothing. I turn the knob. The door releases. "Hello. It's your neighbor, Nate." I stutter through the crack. I open w...
The Lock Box
She sat stoically in front of the blazing fire, her face a mixture of emotions that ran rampant as she stared at the small lock box before her on the massive walnut desk. It was his desk and his lock box. She barely wanted to touch them less alone be in the same room with them, but she had no choice in the matter. She had a responsibility to confront what lay within the confines of the box. She was not used to making decisions or choices for herself, but here was one she absolutely must pursue. What secrets would this lock box pulge, she wondered?The last several days had been exceedingly diff...