The Stranger_Dei Ex Machina_Watching Over Me_The Sheriff
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The Stranger
The Stranger He poked at the gravel with the toe of his boot, his brain going at a hundred miles an hour trwww.onedoor.ccying to get himself out of the hole he’d found himself in.The accountant had been with his boss when he arrived back at the homestead. As she walked to her car, she saw Fraser pull up. She crossed the driveway, taking in the condition of the ute and fixing him with a deathly glare. A galah streaked through the clear blue sky overhead, shrieking to its mates. He wished he could just leap into the air and fly off with them, but his feet remained fixed to terra firma.She stood clutching her ...
Dei Ex Machina
Doctor Marcus Bliss warily worked his way down the newly excavated section of the Temple of Jupiter, careful not to soil his freshly pressed salmon-colored polyester suit. The powerful flashlight in his left hand lit the roughly hewn corridor while his right hand braced the ceiling as he crouched to ensure that he didn’t bump his head. Entering the crypt chamber, he doused his flashlight, as the space was sufficiently lit by a pair of portable halogen work lights mounted on tripods. Two fellow archaeologists were hunched over a crate containing several newly acquired artifacts. Both were dress...
Watching Over Me
“Are you there, God? It’s me, Zach. Zach Jolt. I’m freaking out right now, I’m really freaking out.” I opened my eyes and looked back down at the figure on the floor. The man, ten minutes ago running towards me red-faced and panting, now a shattered statue, his skin bleached of any coloring. I looked away again. Shit! This wasn’t real. This was just a dream that I would wake up from any time now, startled yet relieved. Five more minutes passed, and the icy rain which pricked my bare arms felt very real. That was a feeling he would never have again, I thought, unable to look back at him. “God...
The Sheriff
My name is Nick Mitchell I’m an investigative journalist but this story isn’t about me no, it’s about my father who believes he is a sheriff, yes that’s right a western town sheriff the kind you see in western movies sheriff.My father’s name is Hank Mitchell he is 75 years old and he worked all his life as an instrument maker, when he was 20 years old he enlisted to the army and went to fight in Vietnam, when he came back he wasn’t the same anymore, a few years later he met my mom and in 1974 my older sister was born and in 1980 I was born. My father never had a lot of time to play with us so ...