The Summoning_Somebody's Watching Me_The colour of money_The Trash Chute
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The Summoning
Everything was ready for the ritual. My supplies were lined up in the sand like soldiers prepared for battle, and my hands shook with nervous anticipation. I was in way over my head, but I had to maintain my facade — to make them believe I was who (or what) I claimed to be. I knew she was watching, and if I let my guard down now, I’d be the laughing stock of the whole school. My entire reputation was in the balance this Halloween night.Here goes nothing, I thought, as I closed my eyes and turned my face upward toward the full moon…Before I recount the strangest night of my life — the night I w...
Somebody's Watching Me
As Fiona stepped out of the Forever 21 and into the airy brightness of the mall, the chorus of ‘Somebody’s Watching Me’ sounded from behind her. She spun around; her long auburn hair swirled like a satin sheet. No one there.‘Ah, my phone.’ She thought, though she still sported a furrowed brow over a frowning mouth. She wiggled it out of her jeggings back pocket and looked at the screen.Penny came out of the store, carrying a humongous yellow shopping bag. She said, “What is that?”Fiona glanced up at her cherub-like blond friend and said, “I don’t even know what that is. I didn’t put it on my p...
The colour of money
Sparks I’d always enjoyed blowing stuff up. It wasn’t the vocation my parents would have chosen, but hey, it pays the bills, and the way I work pays better than most. Nines’s latest proposal should see us cashing in a few hundred k’s each. Her excruciating eye for detail means she’s usually spot on with her estimates too. It’s also the reason she gets a bigger cut than me and Mickey. He’s just the muscle see, three hundred pounds of testosterone. Not the brightest bulb but he can intimidate pretty much anyone, into doing pretty much anything. Now Nines, she’s the brains. Runs the whole show, f...
The Trash Chute
The red ties of the trash bag dug into her index and pointer fingers as her pinky awkwardly wrapped around the metal ring of her keychain. Her right hand held open the trash chute and the keys came into contact with the metal slide resulting in a noisy clanging of metal on metal as she maneuvered the trash bag into place. She used her thumb to guide the red ties down over her fingers and watched the bag slide down the chute into the darkness. Her keys were still resting against the metal slide and she thought, as she did every time she brougwww.onedoor.ccht the trash to the little room right off the bank of...