Stories tagged “alley”
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That Deep End (Part 1)
Harold turned abruptly and set out in a strong walk in the opposite direction. Every few seconds he gave an odd twitch that looked as if something was stuck in his neck. I followed nervously around the corner. “Harold! C’mon, where are we g...
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Confrontation
“Where have you taken him?” She demanded furiously, the expression almost laughable on her petite face. “Not where we’re taking you.” The man sneered at her, the scar just by his mouth twisting. “Let go of me!”...
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The Mystery of the Missing Girl
Frank and Joe stopped at the mouth of the alley and looked down. The cracked cobblestones were damp from the moist fog. Frank hunched down and picked up a woman’s broken boot heal. ‘They went this way Joe,’ he whispered, pointing into...
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Acting Tough
It was hard acting tough all the time. Julia sneered at the overweight drunken oaf across the counter from her who had just asked her to come home with him for the seventh time that night. “Honey, you couldn’t live through foreplay with me...
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Alley Ooops! (Ficlet 3845 cont'd)
Continued from Ficlet http://ficlets.ficly.com/stories/3845 “Marauder. Meat.” The nearest slave-mech made its most obvious assumption. It also indicated its IQ with the same move—the marauders don’t like smart slaves. “Guys! Great to meet you...
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You Girls Are In For a Hiding
Violet kicked in a burst of speed, accelerating so quickly that it was all Rae could do to keep from falling off. “Vi!” she screamed. “Sorry!” said Violet, not entirely sincerely. She zoomed up the street faster and faster, weav...
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On the Edge
The air is crisp and cold, there is a rather heavy breeze in the air. With every step I take forward, a part of me wants to take another step back. Each time I breathe in, my lungs do not want to let the air back out. My fingers are numb from the cold ...
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Rusty Grotto to the Rescue
A cry came from around the corner, “Rusty!” That’d be me, Rusty Grotto. I told her to stay in the club, but did she ever listen? No, she didn’t. And to think, people referred to her as the brains of the operation. Hoofing as fas...
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In An Alley
Blonde hair turned black with shadow and rain. It fell into his eyes as he watched her. She stood on the sidewalk. The only light was a street lamp that sent shadows dancing on the ground. Her long ebony hair plastered to her body, clothes clinging to ...
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Her Broken Mask
As she said this she looked up at me, the mask she wore was cracking. She wasn’t afraid of getting caught again, she was afraid of breaking. I moved a moldy pizza box and sat beside her, “Hannah," I didn’t know what to say, “I know...
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Pain and Pain
Though it was a short run my body felt battle worn. My emotions hurt so that I sent my head back into the brick wall giving me physical pain to match. I sat among the trash clenching my eyes shut to cope with the pain. It felt like a war was going on i...
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Green Castle Circle
I stand under the dirty brick Victorian façade that hangs over the narrow lane. Blank, greasy windows, like spider eyes stare myopically down, as though the insect city is looking for me. Piles of black plastic rubbish bags litter the tarmac around my...
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Out of cigarettes
The silhouette of the girl moves quickly down the alley toward me. I can’t make out her features, except for the creepy yellow eyes. I hate those. She stops suddenly, as if seeing me for the first time, and hunches her spine unnaturally. A deep, ...
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In love with London
I used to be in love with London. Certainly it possesses an outward beauty. In the intervening years since I arrived here, I’ve seen beneath that beauty. It is, as they say, only skin deep. There are things beneath it…unspeakable things. An...
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In my nightmares
In my nightmares I am pursued by an endless stream of dark things down an endless alley. The dank, musty walls seem to close in on me, threatening my very being. Move! My mind screams at me. My lungs burn with the effort and legs ache as I run faster a...
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The nightmare of the real
A person’s first reaction on awakening from a blow to the head is usually to vomit. This fact occurs to me as the scrambled eggs and crisp bacon I had not an hour ago make their grand reappearance to the world. It turns out breakfast for dinner h...
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Never headbutt a demon
One chance. I ram my head into demon girl’s face. Pain jets from the impact point straight through my entire skull. Never headbutt a demon, my brain screams at me. The foolhardy move at least has the desired effect of momentarily loosening her gr...
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Talking it out
“Now,” I address the demon laying on the ground, “Can we talk this out like civilized creatures?” She continues to swear at me in long-forgotten languages. Her unnatural strength allows her to begin lifting the fire-escape ladde...
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Green Castle Circle II
The girl stumbled in the dark, throwing out a hand to a pile of black bags to steady herself, spilling rubbish over herself and the already filthy street. Wrinkling her nose, she let out a whimper and began to struggle her way out from under the mounta...
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The Madness Continues
And so Sam went to Soccy, and he begged and begged to let him continue to go down tangent alley. He explained that if he, and others, were allowed to do this, everyone might actually be more productive because their creativity would be enhanced and all...