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Part 1 of Chapter 1 The train roared through the city, stopping cars and pedestrians as it passed. Its mechanical, clockwork heart sent thunder resounding off the towering buildings. Pip sat inside, killing time by staring out the wind…
I once played, day and night But now I work until there is no light Summer's evenings never went to waste Now I sit at my desk with a bitter taste Time has not and will never be A good friend that knows how to comfort me Instead it comes an…
The next day, Rob stood across the street from his next target. It was a small, comely department store crammed in between a jewelers and a bank. He never went for banks, he felt it was too classic. People would expect it. At exactly twelv…
-2- The man unlocked the door to his small apartment. It was inconspicuous, and he liked it that way. The door creaked open as he quietly swept passed it and flicked on the lights. A voice made him freeze. "Hello, Rob." There, sitting on h…
-1- "I want everything." The shopkeeper was in tears as she scrambled to empty the register. The masked man held the gun out straight, his finger resting on the barrel just above the trigger. He was calm, confident. He had done this many t…
-1- It was raining outside. Come to think of it, it was always raining. The sky was constantly blanketed in gray with the endless tapping of water on the roof of whatever building you happened to be under. But on this day, the rain seemed …
The ocean sings its mournful song It has waited for far too long For us to greet it with open arms It promises to do no harm The fish play a solemn tune As the water reflects the moon The waves crawl up the tired beach The city lights they…
-1- The beast made a snap at the slab of meat in her hand. She was grateful it was the meat it was making a grab at, and not her, like what had happened when she first discovered the gargantuan animal. "Stop that!" Jen scolded, "what…
Part 2 of an unnamed miniseries with incredibly short segments. As he fumbled with the key and clumsily turned it in the lock, he reviewed the events of the night. Am I insane? he thought. No. I am Henry O'Banion of 44 years of age, marrie…
He was bundled up from head to toe as he staggered home against a winter wind. His thoughts were jumbled and confused to the point where his head hurt when he tried to arrange them. What the hell just happened? Walk. Bar. Drink. Then what? …