Lead the Way_Highway to hell! Stairway to heaven?_The Other Halves of Me_In Coincidental Care
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Lead the Way
Lead the Way Allie WeissI stumble into my apartment with bleary eyes and someone else’s cigarette smoke in my hair. All I want now is an Aspirin, a hot bath, and a one-eyed ferret named Accordion. Unfortunately, my monocular roommate is nowhere to be found. After checking his usual haunts – the laundry basket, the kitchen sink, and the 10,000-milliliter beaker I keep for emergencies – I deduce that he must be off plotting his revenge for my long absence today. As I sink into the hot bathwater, the thumb drive around my neck feels like a boulder. I lift it between my fingers and study its metal...
Highway to hell! Stairway to heaven?
I lived a lazy life filled with poor judgements. I worked as a programmer and hacker during the nights. I lived a fairly wealthy if not good life. When I was 40, I died, I chocked on a KFC chicken wing bone. “Hello there, Martin.” As I died, I saw in front of me a man dressed in a white suit. “Hello... who are you?” the man smiled. “I’m no one important, I’m but a guide to the afterlife.” I looked around; I was in a white void. There was nothing but the man and 2 doors. “www.onedoor.ccWhere exactly am I?” the man opened his arms. “Welcome to the room of choice.” I looked at the man and the empty room. “Wh...
The Other Halves of Me
I still remember the day my sister was kidnapped. Guess I should since I had to rehash it about a thousand times. I was mad at her over something stupid, so I rode my bike like mad home from the park. I thought, if I could get there fast enough, I’d have time to play with her Crissy doll and braid her hair. Oh, that reminds me what we’d been fighting about. Barbara said Crissy’s hair couldn’t be French braided, but I wanted to show her it could. Turns out I couldn’t French braid anyway, but since Barbara didn’t come home, I had plenty of time to practice. Hours passed and it didn’t occur to m...
In Coincidental Care
Isaac and Jesse Elder watched proudly as a group of shaggy men approached the guest desk at the newest family adventure, The Coincidental Inn, Mt. Rainier. The youngest of ten children born and raised on a Missouri farm in a small town called Laughlin, they had copied their parents original Coincidental Inn as closely as possible in two other locations. The first had been near Aspen CO, with the help of Sharon and Doug Brewster, who lived there and had been special guests at the Missouri inn the first year it opened. This third family inn premiered about eighteen months ago in Mt. Rainier Nat...