Remembering Elodie_A Game of Choice_What in the World Happened?_Lucy and the lucky charms
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Remembering Elodie
Elodie's house was filled with shadows. A city of intricate spider webs gleamed in the darkness like a necklace strung with tiny pearls. The creak of every floorboard whispered ¨ abandoned¨ with each step. there was a hole in the ceiling with mismatched buckets clustered underneath, a lonely raindrop drip-drip-dripping into one. Mia’s mother assured her this was just an example of Elodie's senility, something made on urge- a final gasp of air inflamed by broken memories and the fear of being forgotten. She can remember the last time she was at Elodie's house by herself, a week before her thirt...
A Game of Choice
The light autumn rain caused beads of water to form on Karl’s cellphone screen as he checked the text message again, “I challenge you to shoot Mr. Z.” The text after contained the details about where the man lived and the best time to find him. He sighed heavily, causing a puff a fog to escape his mouth. He wasn’t sure about this particular challenge and sometimes he felt like their game was going a bit too far, but he wasn’t going to give Scott the satisfaction of a victory. He closed the flip phone, put it away and zipped up his coat. He shivered slightly in the early afternoon air and wishe...
What in the World Happened?
What in the World Happened?“Joanie, watch where you step! Where are your shoes?”“They’re missing,” Joan answered, “How am I supposed to get to my room?”Kate sighed deeply, pushing her long, tawny-colored hair behind her ears for the umpteenth time. “Hold on, I’ll figure something out.”She went upstairs and searched Joan’s room. Finding only dress shoes, she gathered some rugs from the three bedrooms, pausing only briefly to look at Wendy passed out on her bed. That was when she noticed Joan’s shoes on her feet. Kate removed them saying, “We’re going to have a discussion tomorrow an...
Lucy and the lucky charms
Lucy bolted from the shindig with an awkward pace, and before she could cross the street, a screeching of brakes, and a blasting horn made her retreat to the pavement. She then darted across the street, fell headlong on the other pavement, and started to hysterically derange her well-combed hair as if on a mission to pull it out. After the bewildering performance, she impetuously let out a demonic shriek much to the shock of some bystanders, onlookers, and passers-by who still couldn’t utterly make out the mystifying scenario.The night would have been serene had it not been the noisy boomerang...