The Signal_One Helluva Trip_Weather or Not_From Me to Me
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The Signal
“Boss, when will we begin the procedure?” I asked. “It’s been two hours and all we’ve done is sit here, I’m getting bored!” “Shut your trap Amelia! We will go when the time is right, if you have a problem with that, you can leave, but good luck robbing a bank on your own!” Boss shouted. “Boss the guards will hear us if you don’t quiet down,” I said.Suddenly I was startled by a sharp slap on the face. I winced through my black ski mask and sighed. “Sorry boss.” “Next time it'll be worse,” Boss reminded me while flashing a smile through the hole in his mask. His breath reeked of ...
One Helluva Trip
Not for the first time, Katrina wakes up in the middle of the woods.Okay, scratch that, this is the first time she’s actually woken up in the woods. The last time, she was still about fifteen minutes away from the nearest forest to their neighborhood.Still.Her head hurts like hell, and she has no memory of anything that led up to her being here in the first place. Not like this is so surprising. Katrina and her best friend, Justin, often experience such blackout episodes, typically after a night of hardcore drinking or, even more typically, a bored afternoon spent taking shrooms.Speaking of, w...
Weather or Not
WEATHER OR NOT www.onedoor.cc Kara pulled a plastic bag over the cast on her lower leg, fastened it with rubber bands, and hobbled over to the coat rack to ferret out her yellow rain slicker. She awkwardly swung between her crutches toward the French doors in the kitchen. Her family had been volunteer observers for the National Weather Service since 1941、 They had never missed a reading, and she wasn’t about to break that tradition. She paused at the doors when Sadie, her calico cat, reared up out of a sound sleep to pat at some leaves skidding past the window seat’s glass. The trees in Kara’s yard...
From Me to Me
He took a deep breath and exhaled. Here goes. Slipping the picture of his father into the time capsule, he shut the metal door and pushed the green button. It lit up, and a sucking sound was made and then—gone. The picture, when Danny had reopened the capsule, had poofed to smithereens. Or at least it looked that way, as nothing but white shreds of paper all fell to the ground and made the circular bottom look grey with flecks of white sprinkled on it. Almost like confetti but triangle-shaped and stiff-looking. Almost like my dad being there but not. Danny shoved his medium hands ...