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The Empty Cup
It was the 18th hole of the Austin Valley Open, and Hugh Grace had a one stroke lead. He could finish this final hole with a par and still win the tournament. It would be his first tour victory, and along with the over-sized trophy he would receive a 1-million dollar purse. It began to lightly rain as Hugh and his caddy, Sam, hustled up the final fairway and into the rough. The wind whipped at their umbrellas as they began to search the tall grass for Hugh's golf ball. As they hunted for the ball, Sam was all smiles. “You were in this same area the first day of the tournament and got an easy ...
Tonight
Tonight.Ava stared at herself in the mirror of her vanity in her bedroom. Her heart fluttered and her fingers tapped nervously against the polished wood.Tonight, was the night.She glanced down at the script that sat on the vanity in front of her, then back up at her reflection.'Relax,' she told herself. 'You'll be fine. You've spent months rehearsing, the choreography is instinct, and your lines are memorized. You'll do fine.' And yet, she couldn't stop worrying. Maybe it was because she'd dreamed of this night for so long, and she was terrified of screwing up. Maybe it was something else. She...
The One You Feed
Hi, my name is David and I'm a recovering werewolf. [This is when you say “Hi, David!”] Every week I attend my local Recovering Werewolves meeting, RW for short. My wife and my kid think that it stands for Retired Wrestlers. Yes, I know I know, it's not exactly ideal to www.onedoor.cclie to the people you love, but in a way, a retired wrestler is not too far from the truth. Except that I don't wrestle with other people, only with my inner wolf. I see my alpha Jim twice every week. Alphas are like our mentors, or sponsors if you will, that give us advice and help keep us from going back to our werewolfy ways...
Invisible
It was 5 p.m. and the sky was slowly turning to dark blue as the day got close to its end. Chris was at a friend’s house, waiting for someone to finish doing their makeup and changing so he could do his, since his costume wasn’t something special; he was appearing as a ghost, simple. As soon as Peter finished changing, he came out of the room and gestured to Chris as he himself was struggling with his mask. Chris jumped out of his seat on the small sofa he had been crumbled in. He went to the room which was chaotic. He put his bag down next to a small mirror that was placed on the floor and l...