Stories tagged “pursuit”
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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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The Happy Goat IV: The Pursuit of Happiness
As expected, the peace and happiness on the farm of the Happy Goat could never last very long. Soon enough, humans came onto the scene and quickly took over the farm naming it “Human” farm. All the animals laughed at them and said “th...
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The End of Lake Herman Road
At the end of Lake Herman road the salt marsh gave way to a water-bound repository for sea faring relics. The behemoths of metal and paint rested in stoic silence amidst the late afternoon fog, waiting for time to pass and fate to be meted out. Their e...
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Chase
I yanked the wheel to the right, the seat belt slicing across my neck as the car leaped away like startled prey. The SUV shot past, skimming paint from my front wing, sudden red lights shining in my eyes. I stood on the brakes and swerved around the ve...
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Gypsy Fiddler
He seemed like such an easy target when I’d first spotted him on a bustling city street, a slight, trembling creature nervously dodging through the gray crowd. He must’ve gotten wind that he’d be pursued and fled. I figured it’d...
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Chopper Babe On the Run
Marisa squeezed her thighs around the chassis, opened the throttle, and felt the thunder of 2000cc’s of power course through her petite frame. The chrome on her Harley flashed daggers of light as she passed mile upon mile of sandy highways, parch...
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Chopper Babe Work Around
With a growing sense of practice that disturbed eve her, Marisa scanned the horizon then made a perimeter search around the old gas station. A jackrabbit skitted off into the bushes as she rounded the back but little else broke up the monotony of deser...
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Chopper Babe Loses Hog
The Tucson sun dropped beneath a vista of spiny cacti and craggy rocks when Marisa reached the base of Mount Lemmon. The Harley carried her many miles down the Catalina highway, but the fuel gauge still read a white bar or two. She gazed up at the remo...
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Broken Half
There was light – that meant they were near an exit. She reaches a trembling hand, held back by the barrier of her own terror. The blood is no longer pulsing, rather it seeps from his face, his eyes, out of his ear. “He’s dead.”...
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To The East
The radio station began to fade out, turning to low static. I played with the dial, finding only fuzz, and eventually turned the radio off. The sky was peculiar; the western half was a bright, deep blue, the kind that coats the sky on endless summer da...
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The Bridge of Intulcar
The leaves crashed too loudly as he ran. Niccolas tried to minimize the noise by making unbalanced leaps and bounds, only to trip, waiting to hear the sounds of discovery over his own ragged breathing and pounding heart. Somewhere within the woods was ...