Stories tagged “stairs”
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Climbing Stairs In Combat Boots
I slowly, carefully climbed the stairs up to my parents’ appartment, trying not to trip over the long laces of my black combat boots. I could hear babies crying, people yelling, dogs barking, the usual melody of disfunction that greeted me each t...
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To the Moon
‘Tom, you have to come across the street and talk to Bill, he is freaking out,’ said Betsy, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the stairs that connected the two roads. ‘Okay, okay, it’s just Bill acting weird, relax Betsy,’ I said. I walke...
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Nano Pt. 4
I hate elevators. They’re more closely related to magic than technology; they swallow you up, transport you invisibly from one place to another, then spit you out without so much as a “Goodbye.” Whilst trapped within their metal walls...
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Nowhere In Site
The moment of shear and utter silence that followed, although only lasting for two seconds at most, was pure hell. I could think of nothing more to say to them. Finally, my mother opened her mouth. “That’s not the way God wants it to be,...
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Continued...
The building returns to its silent state and I am alone. I take a deep breathe and turn to my right where, only four feet away, sits a seemingly endless flight of stairs, its end shadowed by the darkness. It takes me about three steps to reach the sta...
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Footsteps
The woman burst into another room, which was actually a long, white hallway. Sterility and a lack of personality filled the air;the woman more sensed that than felt or smelled. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, the white light leaving no shadows a...
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Uninfluenced By Others
It had to be him- she shot down the stairs and ran out the front door onto the driveway. There stood his long lean figure next to his red truck. She stopped at the sight of him. He was about six feet tall-two inches taller than she was- and he was sl...
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Don't Know Jack
Bodies writhed and squirmed, but not in the pleasant way. Someone howled a slow wail of pain that varied rhythmically in pitch. Another voice rapidly questioned, reassured, and swore. Finally, a sweet voice, that of an angel to the ears of Denton, whis...
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Imagined Memories
The door was open. The sign suggested that it shouldn’t have been, but it was. I always found flights of stairs intriguing and adventurous. I know they say curiosity kills the cat, but I think the cat should be fine as long as it knows karate. Th...
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Saturday, January 7th
There is a house party in the midst of a wild crescendo raging all around me. Sounds are strangely muted however; the only sensation is of the air vibrating with exaggerated bass. I stand alone in a corner, not holding anything, dressed in a plain, wor...