Stories tagged “bad luck”
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Cuffed
Who-knows how much later, my eyes slugglishly opened. Bleh. Between the splitting pain at the base of my skull & the medicinally-gluey texture in my mouth I felt absolutely miserable. Why was I laying down? Why was it dark? What the frick was this ...
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My Guardian Angel is a Psycho
“Chris!” Ugh. The way she’s saying it sounds like Chris knowing I hate that. My name is KRYS. Whatever. “What,” I whisper and look at her. Oh god. She looks like she’s seen a ghost. I know she didn’t just see w...
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Unlucky, mate
Looking down to the pavement he walked on, he spotted an unwanted receipt and a discarded pencil. He hastily noted down the eleven digits. Looking up, he saw a twenty dollar bill riding the wind towards him. Brian reached out a hand and plucked it from...
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Just my Luck. Day 1
After a few hours in coach on a small charter boat, I stumbled off the pier and collapse on the ground. I wake up and see my brother, Jensen looming over me. “God, Jensen, did Mom and Dad ever teach you about personal space?” I grumble, sit...
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Just My Luck. Day 2
My eyes flutter open as water falls on my face. I look up and see the rather large waterstain in the ceiling. Groaning, I slip farther under the covers, shielding my face from the rain. Rain, rain go away, why is it so wet here? I frown at the sound of...
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Just My Luck. Day 2. (Cont.)
We had taken our showers and we’re now on the hunt for ‘leperchauns.’ Jensen was unfazed by my attempts to explain that they’re not real. Did I mention we didn’t eat breakfast? My stomach growls, as we pass the third pub t...
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Whims of a World
The portal shone as the two figures stepped through it. The woman wore the robes of a Grand Wizard, the man the shabby suit of an estate agent. A thick forest clustered around them, a fairy tale palace just visible through the canopy. “As you can...
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The Silent Killer
BIOLOGICAL WEAPON A sudden and most foul odour Brought forth a collective cringe. Our souls rushed straight for the door, Each face had a sickly green tinge. But crammed in a corner was I, Face at butt level. And stuck in the death-bus was I, Cursing t...