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  • Destroy the Oil Realm
  • The Condo
  • Going Back
  • Matchstick
  • Destroy the Oil Realm

    “What the hell? Why didn’t they explode?” Musa asked Sipho as they strained to see the oil storage tanks in the distance. They were perched on a ridge about two miles from the refinery where they had planted four limpet mines at around midnight. It was now 2 a.m., and the bombs should have gone off precisely on the hour. “What do we do?” Sipho asked. “It would take us too long to go back and adjust the timers. It will be daylight. We’d easily be spotted.” “Let me think,” Musa said. As the leader of the operation, he would have to call it off or salvage it. *** It was late 1980, and in mid...nSkone door

    The Condo

    Mason Huxley took Amy Armstrong by the hand and dragged her to his fifth-floor living room picture window. He extended his arms out dramatically toward the shiny, orange device which pointed to something of interest beyond the glass. “Ta-da! May I present my Celestron NexStar 8SE! With an eight-inch aperture and 81 times magnification, isn’t it a beauty? Plus, it’s got a database of 40,000 celestial objects it locates and tracks for you.”“Slick as a pig’s tongue!” Amy exclaimed. “Love it!”“Eighty-one times magnification isn’t all that sharp. One day I’ll snap up a better one.”The telescope loo...nSkone door

    Going Back

    Asmund didn't remember the sun going down. That particular fact was of great concern to him; the last memory that flickered in his mind was of stopping to rest for lunch.*      *      *      *He had come to a stop after skiing all morning near the shore of beautiful Lake Vendalsvatnet. There, he pulled the small, folding camp chair from the side of his hiking backpack, set it on the ground, and set himself upon it, straddling the stool and bracing himself with his skis. After removing the backpack and placing that in the snow in front of him, he removed his lunchbox. Inside were two tins of s...nSkone door

    Matchstick

    “Piss off Jeffrey,” Machi yelled, half laughing, as he slammed the fronwww.onedoor.cct door to his villa behind him. He felt hot and sweaty. A vein throbbed in his neck to the tune of his racing pulse. “A cold drink,” he thought, as he used his phone to set the thermostat for his zone to 66 degrees. The lighting shifted to a Caribbean blue tone with another couple taps. Mars, by Holst, builded quietly in the background as his heels clicked across black, glossy tiles. He hummed the drum beat as he rushed to his black and gold, Rococo style, bar.Machi felt the cool, velvet, button-tufted upholstery on one of ...nSkone door

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