Graveyard Rendezvous_Glass Ceiling_The Skull Tattoo_The Meeting
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Graveyard Rendezvous
Maia cups her mug as she stares out the café window, her eyes closed and a content smile on her face as the mid-morning sun warms her skin. The low hum of chatter rises and falls in waves and mixes with the Zen music streaming from hidden speakers. She brings her mug up to her face and takes a deep inhale of her cinnamon coffee. The sweet and woodsy spice compliments the light roasted brew and added milk. The door of the shop slams open, earning a few surprised exclamations. Quick steps approach Maia’s table the chair across from her scrapes away from it. Maia sighs and opens her eyes. Her be...
Glass Ceiling
I stare at my crew.Of course, they whisper. My life is full of their endless whispers; it’s a goddamn constant presence on this ship. I roll my eyes.“Smithson.”“Yes, Captain?”“Please relate to my crew that if I find them discussing the matter of my sex again, I will personally rip their balls from their bodies, freeze them, and use them as ice cubes to chill my next bottle of rum. Got it?”Smithsonwww.onedoor.cc grins. He’s always been one to stand by my side. A good lad, of course.One of the only good ones. I scowl as I watch him skip away to chat with the rest of the crew on the ship.My crew. My ship. I ne...
The Skull Tattoo
“Corrine Foxx,” The man in the black suit with a tie strapped around his neck said. “Tell me what you remember from the incident,” He says as he pulls up a chair to the table. Across from it, I glare at him.“Well,” I start, keeping my eyes pinned to the table separating us, “I was on my way to my friends house this afternoon. I was going to help her put up some posters around town. When I got there, we printed out the papers and then headed off toward town,” I say, finally meeting his glare. “When we got there, we parked our bikes next to the Santiago’s Pizzeria and went to go put up the post...
The Meeting
The eldritch screech reverberating around the peaks and valleys turned their blood to ice. Shaking uncontrollably, the boys looked at each other and wondered if this was such a good idea. It sounded easy sitting in front of the fire. No one really believed witches were real, did they? That’s what made this lark feasible but now? They were sure that it was not a normal human voice. What had they stumbled into now? They thought back. It was only yesterday when they had decided to prove that the stories of witches meeting in the area were make believe. But when yet another screech echoed around,...