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Jane Oculos
I never knew I could feel so many jitters in my body just at the sight of a girl. Jane Oculos. She was a beauty and I could understand why I was mesmerized. Thank God my mother had forced me to sign up for this camp. I got off the bus, one foot after the other, and landed on the bare soil just outside the camp’s wooden reception office. The midmorning sun was soothing and draining at the same time. There’s always something about it that feels so good but in the long run, you notice that it makes you feel lazy. The tall trees all around us seemed to sense that we were intruders and beyond the e...
Floating Pumpkins
It was the only structure for miles on the otherwise undisturbed country green. The dirt road leading to it curved widely in front of the manor then lead back to the main road. The dirt had well-worn ruts from horse-drawn carriages, along with sparse evidence of auto tires, most likely from whomever took care of the old place. As the group of four couples drew closer, they could discern discolorations in the brick façade, the partially rusted downspouts, and several boarded windows. The two end partitions of the house sat further out than those closest to the interior, save for the pointed arc...
A Late Night Ponder
The rat was back again.Derek clenched his teeth, back rigid and stiff www.onedoor.ccon the cot. He could hear it clicking, its tiny feet padding up and down the kitchen, crawling on top of the pots and pans. He couldn’t even pretend it wasn’t there, because it was making more noise than the air filtration system. It was getting more daring, because the rat knew.They had lived in this constant battle for more than two years. The rat would clang around in the kitchen, rummaging for the non-existent rations, and he would lay rigid in bed rummaging for the courage to fight a rat the size of a small dog.The rat ...
Cracked Corporations: Cracked Cases Part 6
Alma hopped off the subway and sucked in the city air. Gaseous, slightly grimy, cigarettes-and-alcohol, and completely real. It wasn’t some fake pastoral purified scent everybody seemed obsessed with in the country. New York smelled like what air was supposed to be. She had run away, she had run away, she really did it! Alma allowed herself one small smile. She didn’t like to get too cocky too quickly, because that was what Abigail did, and look who was still at the Lindenhuis house. Abigail wasn’t very smart, Alma realized pretty early on. Abigail had...