A Real Person_Sunday Easter Sunday_Game Changer_The Time Cheat
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A Real Person
It was that smell. The acrid smell that could not be confused with anything else ... ever. Only those that have had the unfortunate experience of finding a dead human body can know what I am talking about. The smell was strong this time and even as an experienced first responder Sam took a minute to get some vapo-rub to put under his nose. The person who had called was nowhere in sight - nor was the body - but you could smell that it was close. Sam had worked with Barb for almost a year, and she was a pretty good partner. It was kind of an unwritten rule that they would take turns doing the th...
Sunday Easter Sunday
Sunday Easter SundayRonnie feels his eyes open – or does he? Is he awake? Or is he sleeping? He can’t tell, which usually means he’s dreaming. He finds comfort in that thought. Familiarity. He tries to settle into his slumber, but there’s a creeping sensation that he is awake. His delusion of unconsciousness is being replaced with a fear of consciousness. He’s certain of it – his eyes are open, yet he cannot see anything. Complete darkness. He attempts to move his hands yet can’t. He tries his feet – same result. Panic is surging through him. There is something in ...
Game Changer
Snow began to descent through a darkening sky. MacKenzie opened her fridge door checking to see what she could eat, not too much. Leftover frozen pizza, a half bottle of Coke Zero and that was all. 'Better get to the bank machine soon before that storm kicks in', she thought grumpily. She would be lucky if she had even enough to go to the store for food. Her studio apartment was a shamble's, a pile of dirty laundry rested at the foot of her sofa bed. Her next pay check wasn't until mid-week. MacKenzie was used to living like this for awhile since she'd left Luca six months ago. Her job at Walm...
The Time Cheat
“So, tell me why you’re here?”Len picked at a thread on the couch and avoided eye contact with the psychologist. Why was he there? Mostly because of his heartless, cheating, thieving www.onedoor.ccmonster of a wife, he supposed.Ex-wife.“Closure,” he said.The psychologist nodded, her face impassive behind her steel-rimmed glasses. She glanced down at her notes.“I see here you’re suffering some health issues?” she asked.Len shrugged. He was sixty-eight, of course there were health issues.“Care to elaborate?”“Not really.” He picked at the white patch of skin on his ring finger, and stopped, feeling the psychol...