Stories tagged “Cassandra”
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Ten Doors Down
She walked down the hall, looking for her friend. “Three halls forward and to the right.” A voice came over her headset. She walked forward, dread filled her gut. This had been far too easy so far and now that she was in the belly of the beast she ...
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Disappointed
Adam sits back slightly, adjusting his grip on the wire. He puts his feet up against the back of her seat, preparing for when she does something stupid. At some point, they always do something stupid. He watches out the front window. His cold blue eyes...
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Familiar
“Cassandra. Not Cassie. Cassandra.” It comes out as a hoarse whisper, her airways blocked by the wire. “My name. Is. Cassandra.” She felt the wire tighten as he slid even closer. “Cassandra, then.” It’s almost ...
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The Lighthouse
“Stop the car.” “Give me the keys,” he says. He shoves the keys into his pocket, then leans forward again, “I’m going to let go. You’re gonna stay with me. That ballet might have made you flexible, but you̵...
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A Fleeting Moment
He gropes the wall. A weak orange filament sputters to life, swaying nervously above them. He blinks. With a thud, the heavy door shuts, closing out all but the faintest rumble of surf. Turning, he watches her take it in… the rusty cage, the meta...
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Intertwined
“You want me to beg you to let me live?” The words escape her lips so softly that he has to lean in to hear. She collapses onto the floor, and he sinks down next to her. The sobs that had been caught in her chest exploded out, filling the s...
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Shoulda Been Beautiful
The coldness of the concrete floor slowly eats away at the warmth of their bodies. He feels her shiver. Cold? Emotion? Hard to tell, especially for him. He stands suddenly, causing her to jump. “Fuck,” he mutters. He strides out, door thump...
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Writing on the Wall
She holds the metal box close to her, stroking it like she would a puppy. The cold metal feels good underneath her fingers. Staring down at it, she sees her distorted reflection in the surface – tangled hair, smudged face, torn camisole. He’...
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Maybe Cassie
“I don’t think I believe in forever.” The look on his face is as if she’s slapped him, but she just looks at the floor, drawing swirly patterns in the dust with her index finger. “Hey Cassie?” “Adam?” ...
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Directionless
Huh. “I didn’t come after you,” he says. “What?” “Tonight… I wasn’t stalking you. I was… I…” He scuffs his feet, kicking bits of plastic. “Just now, you asked me to kill you…...
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Lock and Key
She reaches out to him cautiously, fingers not quite touching the fabric of his shirt. She slides her other hand underneath her camisole, drawing out a long, silver chain. “This is going to be our secret spot. No one else can know about it but us...
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Reflected
His hand closes over the key, feeling how warm it is. A smile slowly spreads across his face. “I can’t believe you kept this,” he admits. Standing, he glides the key into the padlock, turning it, almost tenderly. The lock opens with a...
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Not Again
She leans towards him, and their lips touch. He wraps his arms around her, drawing her into him, and she feels herself falling into his warmth. “Oh, Cassie,” he says, twining his fingers through her hair. And with that, it’s over. She...
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'Til the Pain Subsides
“What?” he starts to ask, but he knows what she means. She knows, of course. He always hoped she didn’t, but hope only gets you so far. She reads his hesitation as the confession that is is. She can’t look at him. Turning again,...
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Vertigo
The salty spray off the ocean spatters beneath outstretched arms. The wind is gentle, lifting him higher and higher. It’s like a dark scar, that lighthouse… a twisted shadow far below him. He strains to see her, but he can’t. He feels...
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Chances
She sits, squeezed as tightly as she can be between the jagged rocks, back turned to the ocean. She can’t bear to look at it. It’s too big, to0 powerful. Too beautiful. She clutches the cell phone tightly. All too clearly, she can picture i...
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He Knows She Knows
“Is Cassie the girl you had at the lighthouse a few nights ago?” the officer repeats. She already told him about the torn fabric, the extra prints… something else that he forgets now. His mind is a fog… Sentences are a struggle....
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Trailer Trash
For the first time, her double-wide looks like home. The clothes scattered on the floor. The jumble of books next to the bed. The pan of mac and cheese still sitting on the stove, leftover from the dinner that feels years ago. The sight of it turns her...
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Sign on a Drawer
“There’s no Cassie,” says the woman in the white coat. The faint pink frames of her glasses match the pink of her cheeks perfectly. Adam wonders why she worries about such details, particularly here. “She goes by Cassandra now.&...
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Always Somewhere Else
“Cassie, sugar. Cassandra!” Groggily, she rubs the sleep from her eyes, and rolls over. “Mmm.” “Cassandra. Darlin’. Hon, you gotta get up.” First the face swims into view, then the thick chocolate-colored finge...
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Golden Ratio and Innocence
Three 8.5×11″ sheets perfectly aligned on the desk; precise margins between. Adam has no doubt that it’s 1.24", as she claimed when he asked her a few days ago. Something about a 3rd power golden ratio… no idea what she was ...
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Cassandra Elect
She stood atop the crumbling stone steps that led to nowhere, the jasmine scented wind blowing her hair and flimsy gown. He crouched at the foot, blood dripping from a deep gash across his forearm sweat flowing freely down a pain encrusted face. He cal...