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Be Cautious
'Don't go near the window.' ordered Mark, a Marshal, whose job was to relocate the witness. 6、3 ft tall with a well-toned body, Mark was the best man for this job with more than 120 relocated witnesses. This relocation was his last task as he was on the verge of retirement. The physique of Mark easily deceived many about his age. Mark swiftly closed the curtains. He dragged Ron away from the window and pushed him on the bed. Ron was nervous about this Witness Protection Program. He was acting weird, and why won't he? Ron single-handedly brought down the entire cocaine racket that was swiftly o...
On the Saturn
Ron entered the majestic museum. He appeared like a minuscule in front of the majestic museum. The vast pillars at the entrance were huge and augmented the vastness of the museum. Although it was a space and science museum, the infrastructure matched that of the history museum dedicated to some majestic kingdom. He watched his steps as he navigated his way through the stairs at the entrance of the museum. He was here to attend the auction of the rock of the Saturn's surface brought by the firstwww.onedoor.cc astronaut to reach its surface. Humankind was worried about their home planet when nature decided to...
Third Time To Start Again
Trigger warning: violence, mentions of concentration camps“I don’t remember.” I chuckle to myself as I hear the words coming out of my mouth. Easy for me to say that. In all honesty, I don’t remember much at all. Pretty much just my name, age, and the address on my drivers license, which I haven’t lived at in years. I focus once again on the man in front of me. He says he knows me, says we worked together. He says “worked together” in a manner that sounds...off. Like we were partners in crime. But I don’t know him. I don’t remember him anyways. It’s been three years since I lost my memory....
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Karina was ready to go home to her fiance and her daughter. It hadn’t been a hard day but it had been long and her back was killing her. She smiled to herself as she sterilised the tattoo chair ready for another day. It was as she turned her back to hang the sanitiser back up when she heard the faint ‘ting ting’ of the front door. She thought she had locked it, but clearly not. Karina glanced at her watch - it was still two minutes to closing. Perhaps a last minute booking? “Excuse me?” The door to the tattoo shop closed behind a middle-aged Latino man with the very little hair left on his h...