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Emma: Part One
It is a dark freezing cold night, darker than normal and colder than usual. I walk down Leigh Street, which is the street that leads to Cooler's Lake. I head there most nights to meet my girlfriend Emma, who always insists we meet there bang on midnight. Tonight there is something strange about my walk. The streets are shrouded in a thick fog, so thick that you can barely see through it, and the night air has a terrible musty smell to it. I wrap my jacket tightly around me, desperately trying to avoid the midnight chill. A wolf howls in the distance, and for a moment I freeze, fearing that I will be chased even though the wolf is nowhere near me. There is not a single person on these streets. It is so quiet that as I pass the graveyard, I can hear the spirits almost calling me; except tonight, the noise seems louder, making it sound real. A bat flys over my head startling me, I simply breathe and carry on with my journey. I see a shadow in the fog, just as I turn into the park that leads to Cooler's Lake. I think maybe it is a person, but the shadow disappears into the Lake before I can identify it. I think that I must be hallucinating because of the cold, so I shrug off and head to the lake.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Solving for x
On The Night When Finna Came Back (“The Night When Finna Came Back”, also variably referred to as: The Moment When Everything Changed, How the Gang Got Back Together Again, The Beginning of the End of the End Which Seemed Like It Would Never End, and, That One Time. At no point have any of these titles been literally documented, but they have floated like bits of vague detritus through the minds of those who lived it. Not everything is recorded by the Gods. Some important historical events only exist inside of your head.) On The Night When Finna Came Back , it’s fair to say that Dmitrii overreacted. The proffered bed was appropriate (even though it wasn’t his house), as was the change of clothes, but the three-course dinner at well-past-midnight was a little much. Eating that late was a bad idea, for one thing. He, Finna, and the now-sober Miruku were fully experiencing the consequences of his decisions as they sat there around the kitchen table at five in the morning, unable to sleep but certainly not awake.
By Olivia Fishwick4 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 38
When Millie was just a little over seven months old, she had her first big fall. We were at the park and she was climbing up the steps of the jungle gym. When she got to the first platform, she pulled her feet around and sat up on the edge. As I moved around to the side of her, she flung her body back and fell down the two steps she had just scaled, hitting her head on the railing. She screamed, and I cried. She was injured and it was all my fault. I was terrified that I had just ruined my baby. There was a pretty sizable bump on the side of her head and in a panic, I immediately drove to the emergency room. But by the time we got there, the bump was almost gone and Millie was giggling away at the dangling animals hanging from the bar of her carseat. Everything seemed to be fine. A quick Google search on my phone gave me all the warning signs to look out for with infant head injuries, and nothing seemed to match what I was observing in my child. I thought about the high cost of the ER visit, and the way Tucker would look at me when he found out I wasted that kind of money for nothing. I turned the car around and headed home.
By Megan Clancy4 years ago in Fiction
chapter 20
ii Michael Dunnican crawled through the warehouse’s narrow window having made his way across the roof without being seen. There’d been a guard of sorts standing alone under the scattered shadows of a distant light, but really, the man wasn’t paying any attention to what was creeping up behind him, so a quick knife in the neck ended it for him. He’d made certain to cover the man’s mouth so he couldn’t cry out, but the knife had been quick—merciful--an in and out thrust next to the windpipe which pretty well guaranteed a severed something-or-other. He'd forgotten what it was called, never having paid attention in class when they taught him which was the best way to kill a man. He’d simply smiled and nodded his head—all the while thinking how he’d like to have stabbed the instructor in the neck just to see if he’d understood the problem.
By ben woestenburg4 years ago in Fiction
Boomerang of Happiness - 10
Similar to the western tradition, in Soviet weddings the groom was not supposed to see the bride in her dress before the wedding ceremony. This is why while Annas were being made up and dressed up, Alex and Leo were putting on their tuxes in their neighbors’ apartment across the hall. The neighbors, an elderly childless couple, both university professors, knew the “boys” all their lives and were happy to help out in any way. As honorary guests of the double wedding, they were involved in the preparation just as other relatives were.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Fiction
Escape - Leaving It All Behind
<<Table of Contents>> Chapter 1 A cool, cloudy September 2021 day in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, in a town nestled between hills and an overflowing river, it appears much like any other late Fall day to the average Joe or Jane towns’ folk. But appearances are deceiving. Just ask any staff member at the local bank located in the town’s presently largest plaza of the man seen leaving their premises.
By Graham Cooke4 years ago in Fiction
