Stories tagged “attic”
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The Trunk
“What’cha got there, Celia?” She turned quickly from her hunched position over the small trunk; Max stood, half-silhouetted, in the doorway. Despite his lank figure, he managed to blockade the entire door frame. He crossed his arms ex...
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The White Dress
“Good. I’m glad you got me, because I don’t want to have to do what I did to Mariam, now do I?” he growled menacingly. “’Member what happened to Mariam, Celia? Remember?” She nodded quickly, head low, and scooted around on the floor to ge...
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Polaroid
He has discovered a treasure, though he does not yet realize it; a box of polaroid pictures wedged between a dusty box of records and Aunt Bertha’s old silverware. His fingers trace the rough outline of the aged cardboard, still unsure of their d...
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Lurking
It was then that he heard the voices talking animatedly among themselves. He heard them as soon as he had entered from the rooftop. The window had led to a musty attic, and there had been nothing of interest. Going through another trapdoor, he entered ...
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Woman in Chains
“So…what exactly is going on here?” I asked. Jackie sat on a dusty sofa. “Mom said that since I didn’t respect your human rights, I have to be punished. So I’m to stay in here for at least twenty-four hours, until such t...
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An Organized Mind
My memories were a bit blurry when I woke up, but not so blurry I couldn’t remember the broad, uh, strokes. As I drew water and shaved, I turned my attention inward, to where Jackie was sleeping on the couch. She looked happy. I was glad of that
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Leaving Stowed Treasures Lie
A boy awakens. The dust of the attic is peacefully settled about him, and the sun no longer streams through the window. Pale light now sifts through, pitiably diffuse and weak. Worries start to nag at the boy, creeping from the shadows and reeking of a...
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The Inheritance
The chest was heavy in the boys arms,though not as heavy as his heart. His father had died at the gallows that very morn after being found guilty of the culpable murder of his wife. The boy stared at the wooden object as a belated tear trickled down hi...
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Perils of Being a Dreamer
In the dusty light of the attic, Harmon sat cross-legged, which he really shouldn’t have been doing on account of his knees. Tear after tear made their slow courses down his face, a face no longer young but not quite what one might call old. Tany...
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Feed Your Familiar
“Martizema,” he whispered. He felt a resonating pulse of welcome that made him shudder. It spilled upward, tickling his right ear. " Daniel, " the presence responded in turn. It’s voice was not yet audible, yet managed to co...
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Threats on Your Behalf
" Daniel, " it crooned again, " Relax, there’s no use getting upset like this. " These words were accompanied by two hands placed gently upon Daniel’s waist, an odorless breath playing across the nape of his neck. The fi...
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The attic
Wondering through the streets of Belan, Yousef didn’t see except the tall dark buildings, the filth covering the streets and the stray cats eating from the garbage cans. he couldn’t help but thinking of where should i put my self inside thi...
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The New Thing
Once the centerpiece of Saturday night dinner parties, I now rule of a kingdom of dust and worn memories. I used to fill these halls with music, laughter, and adventure. The Shadow, that one was my personal favorite. So much potential. Now I sit forgot...