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Pyrrhic Victory
Where there’s smoke…Not all the tears streaming from Nikola’s eyes were from the acrid smoke filling the room. Tinny coughs echoed from close by, adding to the ringing in his ears, giving a tiny sense of comfort that he wasn’t the only one alive. Thougwww.onedoor.cch even that faded rapidly as something warm and sticky seeped into his left eye. He gingerly wiped the back of his sooty hand over it, horror creeping up his chest as it came away crimson. Right eye staring, left eye blinking spasmodically, anyone might have guessed he was a mad scientist on the brink of a life-changing discovery. Only, it was hi...
In the Alley
The cold streets sent a strange echo between the red brick buildings. Josie shivered, the moaning breeze just enough of a chill to seep into the thin arms of her jacket. Her heels clicked like an off-putting rhythm against the cement, and the squalor of party-goers was left behind for the silence of deserted streets. Josie checked her phone. Three minutes until midnight. She hurried her pace, anxious to arrive. As she hurried through the blackened streets, a suspicious feeling followed her from behind. Were hidden eyes watching her just beyond the circles of light from the flickering street la...
Missing Out
Today would be a turning point. She promised herself to stick to the drudge work of completing necessary errands. Still, Missy broke her lovely ceramic dancing girl as she rushed around her apartment. Always rushing. Always late. Head in the stars her mother used to say. No, she’d rejoin, not the stars but in my books, mom, with my friends like the great detective Holmes and Miss Marple. Stories transported her from the misty moors to quaint English villages, meeting the least suspected villains and understanding their sensitivities.Grabbing the black handbag she never left behind, she ran out...
Hatchet Man
Hatchet Man By Andrea MoyaRob felt the weight of the small axe in his hand and waited. It was a slow afternoon at work. Several reservations came in, the bells above the door jangling each time they were pushed open. Outside it was raining, chilly gusts of air burst through the entrance each time a group arrived. The girls at the front desk greeted guests with smiles and paperwork. He watched from a distance as they went over the rules. The visitors grinned nervously, some overwhelmed by the noise coming from the cages behind him, the incessant thud of metal against wood, like thunder trapped ...