Stories tagged “Doors”
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Doors: Housecall (i)
Gecko sat huddled in the warmth of his partner’s front pocket, yet he could not stop shivering. “Will you just relax?” came Clive’s muttered voice above. “She’s making us tea, for godssake." “It’s not that,” ...
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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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25: Be Prepared
Trina woke up and sat bolt upright. She blinked at the girl perched on the end of the bed. Her frizzy hair was bright pink and she was grinning at Trina in a most alarming manner. “All right?” said the pink haired girl. Trina blinked again....
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Life is Waiting for Me
Walking these halls, I know my days here are numbered. With my books in one arm and my iPod in my free hand, I glance at that chaos around me. This place has become part of my home. It has become my security blanket. So many memories of the past three ...
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Doors: Housecall (ii)
After revealing a carefully folded letter of notice, Clive squinted down the spectacles he had placed daintily on the bridge of his nose. They looked minute framed against his hulking face, as if he had plucked them from a doll. The Doorman gave his b...
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Doors: Housecall (iii)
Clive held his breath as Ms. Agnus gave her musk-rat one last dunk before carefully dangling it from the tail into her mouth. An air of quiet dignity surrounded her as she chewed, leaving Clive bumbling for words of apology to the sounds of tiny bones ...
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Doors: Housecall (iv)
The walls pulsed, and the floor groaned. Small collectible figurines began to look at one another nervously within their curios. Ms Angus sipped quietly at her tea with only the faintest of smiles across her thin mouth. Looking up from the tea she cast...
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Doors: Housecall (iv)
There was a clatter of cutlery as Gecko leaped to the table. “A threat?” the stitchling inquired. “More a foretelling,” said Ms. Agnus, her voice softening. "I stem from my home, dear, as it does from me. " She nodded ...
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Juxtaposition
The evening air was chill and damp as it danced on my skin. We strolled, with a gait that belied no purpose, through the streets. Twisting our way through the city, turning my senses deliciously inside out so I had absolutely no sense of direction. No ...
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Lost Ball
“Just do it!” Victor snarls. “What, is poor baby Tommy afraid of big bad Mr. Glass? Show up without my ball again and you’ll find out what I do to cowards. Bring it by Saturday, or you’ll pay, you wimp!” Shoving Tomm...