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Conflagration
"I'm telling you it was more than a dream," I said to my husband George as I poured him a second cup of breakfast coffee. "It doesn't sound like a dream to me at all. Houses exploding and people getting burned to death. It sounds more like a nightmare." "Everything was so vivid and I remember it all. I'm still shaking, just thinking about it." "Did you say that you recognized the house?" "That's just it. It was the house next to ours from when I was a little girl. I remember the big oak tree and the maples and the gigantic yard." "These were your neighbors that died?" "Of course not. Mr. and ...
Last Stop
The doors slid closed silently, and muzak piped in from overhead. Charles sat by the door, his jacket slung over his arm, the bag strap across his chest. He could see his reflection in the dark glass - the haggard face, grayed eyebrows, brown sagging skin. Years of watching and waiting were in that face.He flexed his hands open and closed. They had manipulated those controls, sliding forward and back, pressing and twisting, so many times. He felt the buzzing under his feet, the telltale but tiny lurch that indicated the train would begin moving, and then he felt the gentle force of being pulle...
HEX
Emily Buggs awoke suddenly around 2 a.m. She wanted the feel of fresh air on her skin because she was drenched in sweat and spittle, and her satin nightie clung to her petite body. Her home, an ancient structure purchased at a 40% discount by her husband two years ago, was a brick structure that was either too hot or too cold. She rose slowlywww.onedoor.cc from her king-sized bed, her sheets rumpled, and put on her best pair of flip flops. She opened her window, which faced a small bush behind their fence, and felt compelled to eat. She had formed a bad habit of eating her favourite cereal, HEX, at odd hour...
Off the Grid
“Off the Grid”THURSDAY JULY 15th The only indication that there had been a power failure was the sound of the emergency generator kicking on, the soft hum of its engine audible even through the back wall of the house.. When Brad looked at the clock on the nightstand it was blinking at twelve o’clock so he knew something was wrong. Groping in the dim light of one small lamp he found his cellphone. It read 3:20 AM. There had been warnings of planned local brownouts and blackouts due to problems with the electrical grid but he’d expected them to happen during daylight hours when people wouldn’t n...