Christopher A
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Consuming Earth
I When Drew arrived at the warehouse, the rain had just started falling. It was a cold late-September evening, with the first leaves beginning to turn the familiar bright warm hues; a hint of autumn was in the air. Drew told Benny to meet him at seven with the van; as usual, he was late. Drew decided against giving him a call because, as always, it would have been a litany of excuses and lies. Benny always shows up when he does. Besides, he wanted time to think and plan without Benny's constant chatter interrupting his thoughts.
By Christopher A3 years ago in Horror
A World Inside
This particular morning, I hit the snooze button five or six times, more than the usual three, and didn’t even bother to call in sick. I wanted to do something different besides going to work. Uncharacteristically, I felt compelled to visit the downtown aquarium. It was a Tuesday, and the typical crowds wouldn’t be there; maybe a school field trip, but certainly not the usual weekend bustle. Besides, the need to escape my apartment was too appealing. Things have grown stale recently, day after day, or maybe it has been year after year. It’s all too hard to tell: wake up from the same bed, drink the same coffee, check the same news, car, work, and food. It was all getting too old. Familiar fingers wrapped around my throat, tightening and suffocating the life out of me.
By Christopher A3 years ago in Fiction
