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“Oto! Hey Oto! Come look at this!” “What? Keep your voice down. This place might not be deserted.” “This place is about as empty as it can get. Stop worrying, have a look at this. I’ve never seen this type of design before.” “That is odd. Why do you think they built the window with so many angles? Makes the thing hard to look at.” “Hard to look at? I think i...
Fiske sauntered into the room. Every time they met the room was different, but this one was barely a room. Two of the walls had buckled, plaster cracked and crumbled at their base. The room hadn’t kept rain out in years. “How do you find these places?” A short man stood next to a rotten table with a tiny lantern flickering back against the dark. “You are just one of the people in my employ. You have your talent...
Emmett sat at the park table, chess pieces set up in their starting positions. Five years, and not once had Albert been on time. The man had a knack for being late. “Don’t look at me like that. I couldn’t help it. Traffic.” Emmett made his first move, not waiting for Albert to sit. “Traffic? You walk here. I can almost see your apartment through the trees.” Albert gave a shrug and started...
The last sliver of sun dipped behind the trees. Anna sat and watched. The glow in the sky lasted only minutes this time of year. The world was decorated for Christmas. Somewhere out in the distance she could hear carols being played on a radio. So many memories from being a girl danced in her mind. When the memories faded, they took with them her smile. Only then did she realize she expected to not be alone. Why tonigh...
“Hey rat eater, I’m over here.” Hance lounged on a crate in the alley next to his uncle’s shoe store. With a heavy sigh, Alabar walked over. “Haven’t you gotten tired of the rat eater joke yet? I’m guessing it was funny to you about seven years ago.” Hance shifted into a sitting position. “Nah, never gets old. Plus, it makes you whine, so at least I get some entertainment out of it.” Alabar slid down the wall next to the crate and let his net drop to the ground. “You know,” he said, “that we don’t eat rats.” “...
“So many people in this world are slaves, and the one holding the whip is the media.” These were the words that the old man had spoken late the night before. He and the old man met together occasionally to discuss the world and how things had changed over the years. Something about the conversation had put a desire in his heart. How can people be free if they don’t know they are slaves? He had to do something. The sun still hid behind the tallest buildings. The man dragged a stand across the street. It was becoming more...
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