A cylinder rests in the center of a Lake. Not big, nor small, the top just barely visible over the cool of the water. The walls are thin, and it doesn't look solid.
Sotle's out on his raft in the
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KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
"It's the police, I'm here because of a noise complaint!"
Officer Paltro puts his ear to the door, and waits. SLAM. What seemed to sound like a massive piece of furniture
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It was another late night for Lacey in Wright Hall.
Being an architecture major entailed countless hours of drawing, erasing, and fervently redrawing aside others in her cohort, all to realize a
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I'd bolted out the door faster than I could say goodbye. The soup pot in my grocery sack clanked as I skipped across the street, just like I had a few nights ago. Apparently one of her friends had ... [+]
"Did you clock in?" The other secretary's voice cuts into my thoughts. I blink, "yes, I- uh huh," came my distracted response. My focus isn't on the schedule, or even on the monitor directly in front ... [+]
There was trouble in the air. My naïveté did not sense it. The distrust. The greed. Nobody could sense its forthcoming. It was September of 2013, and my family and I were heading to a celebration ... [+]
My lungs became sore from screaming, but their ears did not become deaf from hearing as I continuously kept pleading to them to let me go. My head started to spin, and I felt pukish enclosed in that ... [+]
"Welcome to Titan's. May I take your order?"
"Yes, I'd like a-"
"Chicken nuggets."
"Yes, I'd like a kid's chicken nugget meal-"
"And a McFlurry"
"And a McFlurry-"
"I'm sorry sir. We
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It's dark and stormy, and I'm home alone. About twenty minutes ago I hopped in the shower for a quick rinse. But now that I think about it, I'm not sure actually how long ago it was. It could've been ... [+]
Floating, weightless, in salty currents, my mind reclines into nothingness. Fluttering cerebellum pulsing its way to equilibrium, I fix my breath on the darkness expanding for miles behind my eyelids ... [+]
He was young, but even in his young years Jacob Evers taught me more about life than any college professor I've known. When we were seven years old I loved to pick the sunflowers from the meadow ... [+]
I was almost certain there was no one in that house.
Sometimes I saw the garage light on but, I mean, if it was electric anything could trigger it. There was a cat door and so I assumed
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I'm dead again.
Another quick trip across the Styx or whatever one wishes to call this black void and
I'll be back on my feet.
I wonder who I will be in this life.
Man or woman?
Rich
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