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Painting Lessons
I turn off the lights and lock the lobby door to J. Lewis & Sons Accounting Services. It’s only eighteen minutes after five on a Friday afternoon and I am the only fool who hasn’t started the weekend festivities of soaking in the long-missed sunshine. In downtown Chicago, we know how to celebrate a mild and sunny spring day in April because they arrive few and far between. At least, I think it’s warm out. I check the weather app on my phone. Sixty degrees with no wind. A stellar day for most, but I am dragging. Every part of me moves slowly except for my mind which is racing. My thoughts have ...
A hero
Mum always said Nik had too much of a hero complex. Nik couldn’t agree more.Why else would he choose to spend the rest of his life saving other people? His friends thought he was mad, and the adults around told him he was quite insane. Nik soon found he didn’t care. It was his life, after all- he could do what he liked with it. Turned out saving people was a much more travel friendly job than Nik had originally thought. He had travelled more planets than most of the world combined in an effort to save the most people. And he loved every second of it. Mercury. The days were painfully bright, th...
Predictions
On June 21, 2069, the power went out all over the world. It stayed off for exactly 24 hours and when it came back on, all the electronic devices on the planet were controlled by a man who called himself ‘The True One’. He berated people across the globe for their wicked ways and said we were being offered a final chance to repent. If we chose to ignore it, the world would end. “I will give you one month to ponder your fate. There will be no electricity during this time as penance for your sins!” he cried.Despite global efforts, the electricity couldn’t be restored. It stayed off everywhere unt...
Rending Mythos
Rending Mythos By Amy LancasterThe piercing ring of the phone made her freeze; the knife in her hand hovering over the vegetables on the small cutting board. Ainslee made no move to answer it in spite of the incessant demand. www.onedoor.ccA tinny voice rattled out from the small speaker of the answering machine. The sound brought a sickening surge of adrenaline with it. As the machine reset itself, she let out the breath she had been unconsciously holding. Abruptly setting the knife on the counter, she turned her pale face towards the phone and stood staring at the onerous harbinger. The small black box wi...