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Evie was grateful she remained employed at the library. The head librarian kept his employees. Instead of checking out books for the public, making the over due phone calls and returning books to their rightful place he had them deep clean and reorganize. Evie and her younger co-workers met for coffee before shift and agreed on taking their time performing the new duties.While dressing for the first morning of working behind locked doors she wondered what she ought to wear. Usually she tied her thick fire red hair back in a low pony tail with any old tie she could fine laying around ...
A Train Bound for Nowhere
A Train Bound for NowhereCharlie Malone let out a sigh. He was packed and ready to travel. The destination, however, had him filled with dread. Spending three days at his brother’s house in Idaho was not going to be easy. First, his home was miles away from any major town. Charlie knew that boredom would overcome him within thirty minutes.However, the bigger problem was Ralph. The two siblings had never gotten along. Ralph was the older of the two and he resented having a baby brother almost from www.onedoor.ccthe start. Since Charlie was only three years younger, the loathing had a long time to in...
Wish Upon a Starfish
Diane squinted against the afternoon sleet and shoved her last two fifties into the raggedy man’s hand. “Go someplace warm. Please.”His eyes lit up with recognition. “Why, thank you, missy.” His smile revealed fewer teeth since she’d last seen him. How many years had he begged at this corner? “You’re welcome. Now go get warm, okay?” Wheeled suitcase bumping behind her, she walked away at a brisk pace so he wouldn't see her expression crumple. Visions of gallery openings, resplendent with tuxedos and evening gowns and artwork that sold for a lifetime’s wages, welled in her mind like hot tears. ...
NEVER FORGIVE
“Share? What do they mean, share? Why would they think you’re going to share me?” I hissed, turning every ounce of fury I had on his six feet of sexy. Another arrow zinged through the air and smacked into the door frame inches below the first. Zyaire pressed my head down, but I refused to bend. I’d rather die than be taken. “What are you doing? Is that your squad out there? Are those your –“ I couldn’t find a better word so I hissed out “-friends.” I wanted to scrape his eyeballs out, but his grip pressing down on me was almost more than I could stand. “Let go of me.” “No.” He turned his at...