Stories tagged “package”
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Roman Bravery
The sound of the doorbell pierced the silence encumbering the woman, motionless in her armchair, waiting. Reluctant to move, her brow creased and perspiration dripped from her face. Her shadow, faded in the weak light of corridor, was resolute and stro...
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Bridge of Packages
It turned out that Jim had retired. I called the postal service and asked why the change took place—they seemed surprised. I guess not many people took the time to know what their mailman looked like. The next day came around, and there he was. H...
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The Hiding pt.1
As she sat reading silently in her lounge room by the warm fire, she heard the shrill, piercing whistle of the door bell. She rose out of her Victorian armchair and turned towards the door. She moved swiftly and serenely through the corridors of her ne...
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The Hiding pt.2
The man nodded and said “Good mornin’ ma’am”, then proceeded to take off with too much vigour for a postman. She turned around and walked back inside. She stopped in the hall and looked at herself in the wall mirror. She couldn’t fight the fe...
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The Hiding pt.4
. What happened next was completely unexpected; nothing. She had thought that touching the sculpture would bring some sort of apocalypse or death sentence. Instead, the world remained unchanging, the small event gone unnoticed. With utmost caution, she...
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The Hiding pt.5
Abruptly, all the colours stopped. Everything went black. Slowly, the darkness before her eyes began to brighten, shade by shade, turning from pitch black to grey, until it was so painfully white that Mary’s eyes burned. She tried to close them but s...
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The Hiding pt.6
Unsteadily, she got out of her chair and stumbled towards her door. She stood for a few seconds with her hand on the doorknob, swaying. Finally, with a flick of her wrist, she twisted the doorknob and pulled the door. She couldn’t believe her eyes. A...
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The Hiding pt.7
Walking down the hall, an uneasy feeling began creep up on her like poison ivy, pushing the breath out of her lungs. She began to feel weak and stopped at the end of her hall, where it opened up into her lounge. With shaking hands, she pulled on the st...
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The Hiding pt.9
It was the voice of the short postman that had delivered the first two packages. He peered at the quivering, lumpy package lying on the doorstep of 42 Spiker Street. He waited with a tranquil complexion until the package finally stopped squirming. He h...
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Labeled "Killer Revenge"
Black. Blood. Tears. My wife wept as she felt the life slipping from my body. I had not meant for things to end this way, yet I had known they would have to. As the shot rang, I felt the warm trickle of blood on my chest. The gun slipped from my hand...
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Handle with care.
Click, Clack, BOOM I want to meet the man who thought of making a mech-sized shotgun, thought Johnson, unloading both chambers and turning an enemy squad into a mess of blood and bone chips. “WHO THE HELL ARE WE LOOKING FOR, WAY OUT HERE, SIR?...
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A Delivery for Samuel
A knock at the door awoke Samuel from his slumber. He swept the Sandman’s dust from his eyes and groggily kicked off the covers and removed himself from his warm bed. There was another rap on the door. “Again with the knocking…”...