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I love to write! I will be trying to keep all my short stories here from this point on.
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A night at Ghostie Manor
The smell of copper fills my nose as I walk towards that house covered in that bright yellow tape. It reads, do not enter police work. It flutters in the breeze. This house was one of the few classic ones, made out of wood, stone, one of the few that had not died in the war. It rests off Titus street, down the way is one of the first coffin hotels in the city. It was a landmark, the people that owned the home renting it out to folks that wanted to feel the past, breathing down their necks. Popular, amongst thus with too much money and not enough sense to stay out of the slums.
By Storyteller5 years ago in Fiction
One large miss-step
My right boot touches down on the red soil—the first man on Mars. Long nights dreaming of this moment, trying to make sure it all went right. Now, at least behind me, my phallic-shaped rocket of power, showing the universe who is boss, is erected in all its glory. The two fuel tanks are right where they should be. Sadly they told me hair was not an option. But, still, we had violated the inky blackness, come to the land of promise.
By Storyteller5 years ago in Fiction
