365_Cyprus Manor_Finding Mark_12:23
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Day 1Jake, Adam, and Steven are three guys who lived in New york and were best friends for 5 years. One day they saw a poster on the flwww.onedoor.ccoor that said “How long can you survive in the lockdown, prize $500,000,000”. “This seems cool”, said Jake. Steven replied “I’m not sure though”. “I think it’s worth a shot”. Said Adam. “so it’s settled” said Jake, “We’re going today”. “Hooray.” said Steven in a faint worried tone Later that day they went to the address that the poster said it was at. It was a science lab that was called RH corp. As soon as they went in, A scientist popped out from the door ...
Cyprus Manor
“My turn! I dare you… to finish that soda,” Maria challenged Randy, pointing at the nearly full bottle nearby. “That’s all you got?” Randy laughed. He leaned forward, grabbed the bottle without another word, and downed the whole thing. “Ha! That was… an easy…dare,” he said between breaths. He then flopped back into his seat, long brown hair falling over his face. “I think we’re running out of dares. And you never pick any good ones.” “Excuse me,” Maria defended, “the last dare you picked was for me to prank call the Pizza Hut, and they weren’t even open!” “Exac...
Finding Mark
“It’s just to help me sleep better, so it can’t be that bad.” Cynthia said out loud as she was carefully pruning her tomato plants. She had been growing her own food for over a decade now, and her hands flowed like a well-choreographed dance as she trimmed. Still, her thoughts weren’t on her current task. She had a black box in her bedroom that she was dreading opening.For the last three years, Cynthia had been plagued by the same nightmare. She would fall asleep fine, but then wake in a sweat and a panic. Mark, Cynthia’s husband, went missing almost 4 years ago. When she fell asleep, she stil...
12:23
12:23、 My watch face blinks up at me in flashes of green that feel out of place amongst the golden lamplight around me. When had it gotten so late? Glancing up at the massive main clock, mounted on the far wall at the other end of the library, I was surprised to read that it displayed the same time. It ticked morosely. Leaning back in my chair, I stifled a sneeze - reluctant to disturb the titanic quiescence consuming the library - and removed my glasses to rub at my eyes. The thick Neuroscience encyclopedia on the desk in front of me that had consumed my attention for the past hours now seeme...