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Do Not Open Until
"It's an antique," Grover said adamantly. "No," Eleanor piped in. "It's definitely money. Lots of it!" They never agreed on anything. Except that Aunt Janine's wishes were worth honoring. I don't know if it was because of all the ghost stories we loved to tell under the covers with a flashlight to our chins, or if it was because Aunt Janine was a stout and formidable woman with sharp red fingernails that could pierce your soul, but that box remained untouched. I was too little to remember hearing my dad share explanation at the time, but my older siblings loved to take me into my parent's closet and tell me the story.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff5 years ago in Fiction
Within the Sands of Time
As the blade came down upon the bull’s squat form, its short plastic life came to a swift end. First the head, then the legs were separated from the body, which was quickly discarded, lost to the bins of time. When the parts were sorted, another victim took its place. This time it was a topless gentleman who made his way to the chopping block, the synthetic substance that made up his form glinting in the morning sun. The top and bottom were removed in much the same fashion as with the bull before him, however, for this individual it was the torso and arms that remained, while the other parts made peace with the gods.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Fiction
My Brother Janus is a Murderer
26 My brother Janus is a murderer. That's what the police tell me when they open the door. The one on the right has blonde hair peeking out of his cap, and a slight beer belly that protrudes out from his wrinkled jacket. He's staring straight forward, obviously bored with the whole event.
By Nikita Oryall 5 years ago in Fiction
The that changes
Who knew that one little box could change an entire family, though we never found out what secrets the box held, we did discover other well hidden secrets within the family. Some secrets had been bottled up waiting to bubble to the surface. Some of the secrets were just waiting for the light of that package to shine on it. Other secrets had been dead and buried for years only to be re-animated by that little brown box.
By Destiny Hughes5 years ago in Fiction
Home at Last
Kate stared into the large, rectangular bathroom mirror as she swept her medium-length, silky, dark-brown waves of hair up into a loose bun. Her large, gray eyes and thin, rosy lips pulled a look of displeasure as she saw the five freckles on her nose. Her skin was very pale, so the freckles seemed even more prominent. In actuality, to anyone else, it wasn’t that big of a deal, but it vexed her. She knew she was no extreme beauty, but she had always thought that her nose was pretty nice looking. Now even that is spoiled by those horrid freckles.
By Stella Y Wei5 years ago in Fiction
A spot with a view.
It would be hard to overstate the tranquility of the place before him. With his legs stretched out far, his feet rested in the middle of the horizon, connecting the pristine lake to the base of the mountains that twisted and turned into the clouds, further than his eyes could see. The tree at his back provided much needed shade to him and the frogs resting by the lily pads where the base of his hill met the lake.
By Matthew Puzycki5 years ago in Fiction
