Stories tagged “basement”
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Granny's Botulism Brew
“I thought canning food was for a season, like over the winter, not for 30 years!” I hefted a jar of red stuff with tiny yellow seeds and big black spots, it’s brass top swollen. “Is grandma conducting some kind of experiment do...
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Talking Burgers and Fat Losers
Meanwhile, far away, in the basement of his mother’s house, sat Carl McGlave, unwrapping his trillionth Big Mac from its wrapping, while playing Call of Duty 5 with his online “Friends”. “Hey, yumm, who knows yumm where the bloo...
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That Deep End (Part 2)
I followed him down the creaking steps. The stairs seemed to go on forever. It was if i was walking down the Eifel Tower in one set of stairs. When i realized i had hit bottom and took a step and bumped into Harold. Harold remained quiet. “Where ...
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Jealousy leads to Hatred
This school was too low for me. Everyone was below me in some way. And it seemed the only way they could express their jealousy was by making fun of me. I merely ignored all the kids making fun of me from the buses as they drove by me, who was walking ...
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Glowing Rocks (Porch Stories)
The officer stood with his mouth agape. He could not believe what he was seeing. He composed himself seconds before the others came into George’s basement. “What in the name of God….?”commented one of the other officers as he l...
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Locked Away Part.2
I had unlocked the basement door, a lingering smell of shit and piss. I wish she would just hold it in; for once no one wants to take care of her shit. She sat in the corner, crying into her sleeves. I had placed a tray of bread and water; she came cra...
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The Mirror
There is a girl, carrying a mirror down to her basement. She isn’t going to look at it, she hardly ever does; she never likes what she sees in it anyway. Its enormously heavy, the gilded, full length, reflective behemoth. Its glass pieces are scr...
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In a Dark Garden
Scrambling in silent slow motion she made her way through a labyrinth of dusty boxes and pipework. The boarding school basement closed around her, a cold grip both disturbing and comforting. If only she could burrow deep enough perhaps he wouldn’...
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Third Option
Once trembling and limp, she rose taut and lithe. Pain from countless bruises and deeper insults ebbed, replaced with a knowing numbness. All that remained was a sensation of heat deep inside in contrast to the basement’s damp chill, a coolness t...
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Bonds of Bood - Part 2: Strange Associations
My brother flung open the door as I knocked and ushered me inside after giving the night sky a penetrating look. “Did they bring you here? No matter, no matter.” Time had not been kind to him. Loose, flabby skin hung off him like a baggy co...
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The Basement
You enter the basement over a small staircase you did not saw before. It is colder than in the rest of the house. Like a wave of sound you hear the clicking and stomping of hundreds of machines that worked already one thousand years ago. The staircase ...