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"Fix your face, Leeko," Janet puffed. I reached for my face wondering what was wrong with it."No, your other face," she sighed, reaching for my costume, pulling at the attached headpiece. I was a T-rex for Halloween this year--full-body costume that left my face sticking out from the neck. Waiting now on Benji's front porch, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable in my costume choice. And very much like a child. Maybe this was a little too ...
I don’t really remember that day. You’d think I’d remember, as it was the most painful day of my life. I remember a little brother, the smell of cinnamon sugar, and a calm tune playing on the radio. Then a scream, glass shattering, a flashing red light. The little brother was gone, cinnamon turned to blood, and the calm music was now a shrieking mess of screams and sirens. Then a sea of darkness rushed in and I started drowning. A month later, when I woke up, I was alone. ...
The black cat shot from the Kowalczyk’s hedge across my bow like a cannonball. At the same instant, the crack of a bat sounded, and ten-year-old Brian Kowalczyk nearly beaned me with a line drive hit off his younger brother Steve’s pitching. As Steve scrambled after the ball, Brian grinned sheepishly and waved. “Sorry, Mr. Stevens!” After my years in Nam, I don’t startle easily, and anyway, no harm had been done. I waved back and said, “Nice hitting! Who’s cat was that?” Brian shrugged and took a practice swing as Steve sca...
I drove down Aberdeen Avenue slowly, I hadn’t been here in a long time and was just looking at all the changes that took place in the 15 years I had left. An old house made to look new, a new house already destroyed by fire. I was randomly in town visiting from Florida when I got a call from an old friend, Jay, somehow he had heard that I was in town and would happy if we could get together. I was reluctant at first, we had had a falling out way back in the day, which was my fault all the way, but he pu...
I paced toward the end of the street. The rain beat down upon me, and I could already sense the beginning of a cold. My teeth chattered and I clung to my papers, trying to protect them from the storm's grasp.I still had another two blocks to go before I reached my house. I had gotten off work twenty minutes ago, and not being able to afford a car or bus ride, I braved the downpour.Now I hurried home, my thin fall jacket soaked and my hands grasping tightly to the soggy work that I had spent days working on.Thunder sha...
Hattie Jacques, they’d called her at school. After a fat, olden days actress. “Can you touch your toes, Hattie?” The skinny, mean girls would say.“Can you see your toes?” Jenna was the skinniest and meanest of the gang. Her sharp fingers were made for slapping faces.Hattie wasn’t that fat. Still, her thighs wobbled too much as she ambled towards the campus bus stop through the autumn drizzle.She’d planned to leave it all behind when she moved to Fulchester College. Granted, it was a twent...
The cat was sat on the newspaper. It shouldn’t have been unusual: cats were common in the neighbourhood, and he knew Mrs. Ramos fed the animals, encouraging the local colony. So he shouldn’t care. It was normal.It was also the tenth black cat he’d seen today. The same one? He couldn’t tell. Its eyes glittered a brilliant gold, but that was far from unusual. What was, to him, was the single-minded intensity. He walked past it, and its gaze followed. Would it chase? The others had jogged after him, if they hadn’t surprised...
Coincidence? All I heard was, “… going to die…”Beads of sweat erupted and slowly trickled down my body. All I could see was a coffin being lowered into the gr...
“Dude, that’s like the tenth black cat that’s crossed your path today.” Delun noted. “So, what? It doesn’t mean anything.” I replied carefree. “It’s bad luck.” “Dude, can we really not do this now? I have a hot lunch date. It’s the first...
Hi, guys. My name is Samantha and I have a question. Are you a superstitious person? Do you believe that some object or creature is able to bring you good or bad luck?I don’t. At least I consider myself not a superstitious one. You’ve broken a mirror. Who cares? Is it something wrong with that object whether with your hands which let the mirror fall down?
The first time, it was nothing more than a strange coincidence. She didn't think much of it. It was just a cat; it didn't mean anything.She didn’t even stop to look at it, just continued along the sidewalk. She had long ago perfected the walk of not too fast and not too slow. Fast enough to seem like she belonged, like she had a purpose, but slow enough so as not to appear as if she were running from something, as if she had something to hide. She didn't smile at anyone, but sh...
That’s strange. I stopped and stared at the black cat. It had crossed my path several times today. I couldn’t count, though—I was striving to get to work to do some paperwork, although it was a Saturday. Yes, but I wanted to work extra hard to show Mr. Pigs that I cared about being one of his employees. If I didn’t work hard enough for his approval, I’d quit. I was getting tired of his complaining. EZ...
Kiara and David walked out of their favorite restaurant after a dinner date when a black cat ran by right in front of their feet. “Not again!” Kiara exclaimed as she stopped in her tracks. David instinctively stopped beside her and opened his mouth to ask a question. Before he could make a sound, a lightning bolt hit the street sign at the corner, causing it to fall right where they would have been standing. They both screamed and rushed back into the building. A waiter nearby made sure they were okay and told them th...
Crisp. Calm. God, I loved fall. The sky was cloudy, but everything had such brightness to it. The orange and red fallen leaves crunched under my feet as I walked down my favorite nature trail. Ii held my camera in my hand with the strap wrapped around my wrist, ready to snap any quick photos I could. My earbuds played my favorite artists as I looked about, enjoying the scenery. So many brightly painted trees. A wind blew and I suddenly saw something move in my peripheral. Ii turned to find what it was, hidden behind a large oak. A cat. An...
Tick, tock, tick, tock. The clock on the wall is about to strike two in the afternoon. I had been busying myself with sorting out my outfit for the evening. It’s the 31st of October, Halloween, and I’ve been invited to a Monster Ball by my friend Aiden, he is a complete Halloween nut-job. I went all out on the outfit for tonight and have spent way more money than I initially planned to, but the dress is amazing and it’s worth it. It is a proper Victorian styled burgundy red dress, with creamy white decorations. The buttons are ...
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